My dad had taken my brothers to Molineux to watch the match, my Mum had gone to town shopping and I'd just finished mowing the back lawn and was worki...g on my motorbike. It was a warm afternoon so I'd taken my tee shirt off, mowing the lawn had made me sweat. As I worked on the bike, I heard the back gate open and looked over my shoulder to find Brenda standing there smiling. "Is your Mum in Mike?" she asked. I told her she wasn't and that neither were my Dad or my brothers and I saw her smile. I was more than a little upset with my father Obviously there were elements to mom’s illness he neglected to explain. As I pondered what to do, mom walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.“Come on, Tommy! John said you were going to take care of me.”I sat my phone on the table, pulled mom’s arms loose, and turned to face her. She was still nude. Her blue veined breasts were pendulous. Her nipples, about a third of the way up the bottom curve of her breasts, were thumb sized and. Take away a man’s work, and you take away his manhood. And yet poets seemingly emasculated themselves for verse. How insane! The many who stumbled before him—Keats, Shelly, Byron—how miserably they failed in life. How terrible their lives. Dead at early ages, and for what? For whom?Who really gave a shit?He spotted a young man and a woman holding hands. The young girl lifted her blouse to expose a reptilian tattoo dancing across her back, and they writhed in their seat together like two horny. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up on the bed, but now with my head on it, still covered in all the cum. I was alone but I could hear them downstairs talking. I just lie there, I was totally shagged out. Then I heard the steps on the stairs and they both came into the room.“So sleeping beauty is awake at last, good”“Please no more, now more sex please”“What you had enough, well ok then, this time we will not give you any more pleasure. You better go to the bathroom and get.