Or not.At any rate I was confused. I had to ask myself, did I want her dating other guys? After a moment of thought I didn’t want another father fig...re looming over me at this point in my life.And yet ... I never finished the thought.“Howie, can you come in here a minute?” My mother’s voice rang out from her bedroom.“Sure, Mom,” I replied and entered her room. There was a pungent smell of perfume in the air as I took a seat at the corner of her bed just inches from her as she sat at her vanity. Thanks for dinner." She smiled and waved gaily as she took off in the other direction.Damn! Maybe I had completely misread the situation. I ran over the possibilities in my mind again and decided it didn't really matter. Either I would see her again or I wouldn't. I found myself hoping I would.Trying not to think too hard about it I headed to the bingo room.Hildie passed away almost six years ago. To say she was everything to me would be an understatement. Don't get me wrong. I'm not pining. I was at first the twink every business man wanted to suck off during lunch hour at a local ABS store when they were proliferate through out the west side of town. I spent many hours in the booths, leaving the door cracked as I stroked my hard young 6 inch cut thick cock. I had so many men in suits kneel before it and suckle it until I blew my load down their throat satisfying both my need and his, that even today the slight smell of Old Spice makes me hard. I would fuck their mouth harder if I. Chris gave a small smile and then took another vial, opening it and swallowing the contents.Grogan looked around, 'where am I?' he wondered to himself and then Chris appeared beside him. "Jesus boss, where did you come from?" He asked.Chris smiled, "From the safe house, we're not really here Grogan, or here doesn't exist." He said which confused Grogan."You mean this is like some weird trip, you know big H?" He asked.Chris shook his head, "No Grogan, this isn't a trip, you're perfectly sober.