These sounds were by no means mechanical and sounded like a****ls fighting. I pulled on my joggers as Kim grabbed her robe and we both wentth...ough the cottage to the front door. I really had no idea what to expectwhen I opened the front door, my shotgun in my hand. There on the front lawn, about ten feet from the edge of the porchwere three dogs; a small beagle-looking bitch very much in heat, a somewhatlarger brown male actively trying to fuck the beagle, and a young but. I have been scratching her lightly freckled bare back and smacking her lily white and firm buttocks – she relishes that – and now I have her left arm held firmly behind her head, her long, curly and chestnut hair flowing onto the pillows. My right hand moves to her groin whilst I bring my mouth close to her and begin to whisper in her ear…"You are at the barbecue… the barbecue we are holding for our friends… but it is also just before a quarter to four… and the first Sunday of the month… and on. "I didn't think her going was a good idea, but I was smart enough to know that my trying to talk Candy out of it would only put a strain on our marriage so I just said:"You know her better than I do sweetie and if you think visiting will help go ahead."Candy was gone for five days and when she came back she seemed troubled about something. I assumed that her visit had not gone as she had expected, but I didn't pry and after a couple of days had gone by she was back to her old self.Six months. Although her eventual passing was expected, it still came as a hammer blow.I do not know where my Dad found the strength to continue, but he did so in spite of his loss and pain. Perhaps my struggles to complete my medical education gave him purpose because he provided me unconditional love, emotional support and paid the bills even as his furniture business was going through difficult times. He funded my years of medical school and residency. Thanks to my father, I fulfilled my mother’s hopes.