“We went to a Christmas program that one of the local Baptist churches in our area put on. I know that they have divorced persons in that church in ...ull membership.”I figured that I had landed sufficient atom bombs in their theology and shut up. After a few moments of silence. I said, “We have come to announce that we will be married in our Methodist church next Saturday at three in the afternoon. You are invited. At our request, it will not be fancy with just friends and other church members. Theirs had been a “Green” lifestyle long before it had become fashionable; home schooling and being at one with nature. I had always loved our visits there. I loved the freedom, the wildness of the park and her company as we roamed in the countryside together.Samantha needed a home and my father intended to honour his promise to his friend but they needed to know that I would be okay with this. I looked at my father, his sorrow and anxiety obvious across his face and gave my unconditional. " I quickly obeyed, scrambling around on the bed until I knelt before him on my hands and knees. I felt him move up closer behind me, then felt the head of his cock probing my entrance. Suddenly, Jay grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head, up and back, straining my neck."Tell me what you want, faggot," Jay demanded. "Tell me what you need, whiteboy." I want your cock inside me, Jay. I need you to fuck my ass with your big black cock!" Fuck your what, faggot? Where do you want me to fuck. So I packed some things and made the short trip to my new life at West Woods Assisted Living.I had driven by the place every day when I was working but never imagined living there. Once I saw my apartment though I was pleasantly surprised. I had a good sized living room, bedroom, bath and a small kitchen. While it felt odd to go from the spacious two story home I lived in for 45 years I told myself it would be nice to not have to worry about mowing the lawn or clearing snow anymore. I was.