The Old man looked even smaller than he was in the big chair and I noticed his feet, did not reach to the ground, he tried to hook a foot stool with h...s left leg to shove it closer so he could better use it. I wordlessly went up to him and pushed the heavy little thing under his now booted feet, then stepped back and waited for what would transpire next.It was quiet and he simply looked at me from his grizzled old face, his beard was stringy and thin like the rest of him. If he had any hair. "Will you like it when I do?" I'm afraid of the taste." she said shyly, looking at the floor."Don't be, my dear," I replied, smiling. "There is not a lot of taste to assholes, especially if you apply some spit first and work it in with your finger." I can't believe I am even talking to you about it," she said.I had been planning an all ass day when I would 'make' her eat my asshole, but not today or the next time we met. That would have to wait. I had her turn around and sit in my lap, as if we. I should have listened to her.We were on the road again and I tried to follow Cassie and Andy in their big rig. Hopeless. The closer we got to Florida, the less the speed limit seemed to matter to anyone. They hit Interstate 75 at Tifton and were like two old horses headed for the barn. They planned to be home in Orlando by the end of the day. I told them I’d catch up again before I left the state in April and headed down U.S. 41. It would take me the rest of the week to get to my reserved spot. Would he havefought against it? And if he had had the strength to resist, but then hadbeen later educated as to what he had missed out on, what crushingflavour of regret would he have felt? But as they say, what's done isdone.He woke with a dizzying sense of panic, mouth dry, senses fighting tofind their footing. His vision was blurry, increasingly so on theperiphery. His body felt sapped of strength and his upper torso unusuallyheavy. Furthermore the room he had awoken in was dimly lit, he did.