My worst fears were realized after I removed one-hundred pounds from the bar and I tried to bench press one-hundred-five. I lowered the bar to my ches... and tried to extend my arms, and was barely able to get the bar back to the rack before my arms began to shake. Removing another twenty pounds I was able to do one set of ten before I reached my limit."Who am I kidding," I said out loud, "it took me three years of regular lifting to get up to one-hundred -and-five pounds and another three years. ”“Because you came to see me. They wouldn’t let you into the ICU, but now you’re here. I’m tired all the time. They said that’s normal. I fell asleep in the middle of our talk before.”“Do they let you eat?”“No solid food yet. That’ll change in a couple of days once I start my therapy.”“What kind of therapy?”“It’ll be range of motion to start with, then learning to walk. It’ll be painful, but I’ll do it for us.”“I’ll do anything you need me to do to help. Anything.”“I know. You’re leaving for. I let go off the lunds, got up with my shorts still pulled down and walked down the aisle to find another place. I found a seat at the beginning of a row, next to a young guy wearing a cap and a thick jacket. I stood in front of him with my shorts pulled down and my semi-erect penis. He was looking at it as if he was going to swallow it in the next moment. But he seemed a bit scared too- perhaps he was new to this, inexperienced, working hard not to do something, no sex, no lund! Working hard. They had sort of made the Eden Club a get-away from work and wives and shared a permanent cabin from which they came and went in their company cars. The cost was peanuts for them and they always kept the staff sweet with generous service tips. For them this truly was the garden of eden.Ed took her hand saying, “Mrs Lavender what a nice surprise to see you here; is your husband about to join us?” She out-streched her arm saying, “ Dan just couldn’t make it this time Mr Lewis, sorry.”Ed, taking.