Now, after six weeks, I was able to walk short distances and help myself to the booze and stove. It has been great having Sheila helping. She had seen...everything and took me to the emergency room. She had been mowing her front yard when I slipped.I had been watching in my rear-view mirror after I stopped in the garage. She was walking behind the little push mower. Luckily she hadn’t lived here long enough to know you hire a service to do the lawn work in Houston. Fuck this humidity, but it. We left. I took her hand when we got outside. Her glove, anyways. She gave me a look.“I’m not Alex,” she worried.“I don’t want you to be,” I told her. She looked confused. It was a beautiful evening. The sky was boiling off the sunset red into the empty purple night of a city sky. No clouds, no wind, still cold. We headed up the hill to the restaurant. It took a bit, but I soon had her opened up, telling me about classes and dreams and stupid stories. She kept circling back to stories about. It poured onto the track, triumphant. The people shared Lucent’s victory. He himself was busy signing autographs. But after five minutes, he saw that the crowd was too thirsty for his autograph and he walked away. He got into his flashy gold GM and sped away. ‘Wow!’ he thought, ‘the world record.’ He drove a little ways out of town to his trailer. The home of the greatest runner in the world was a ratty white trailer in a mobile home park. He ate on food stamps. But inside the trailer was a. My hands are occupied, holding up James' ponderous belly so it doesn't cover his cock. It's up to Sam to find my fuck hole unaided. I haven't been fucked by a man in a long time so I know it's going to hurt when he enters me, especially since no one has offered any lube.Perversely, I look forward to the pain. I think the more it hurts me, the more friction there is, the better it will feel to Sam. Humiliation, submission, degradation and exhibitionism are the things that rock my boat. If any.