“Jacob! Three-count your run. You’re coming down hard on your right leg. Is it giving you pain?” Nanette shouted from right behind me. My leg? D...mn it! It didn’t feel sore but now that Nan had pointed it out, I could feel the limp creeping in. Am I going to fight this my whole life? I started humming a three-count music piece and then started laughing when I realized it was Beethoven’s Minuet in G major, the cornerstone of Professor Harold Hill’s Think System in The Music Man.It served to even. It's just lying on the floor. But I do need my cane." Do you need any help getting off the plane?" No, I just need my cane."Delaney sat back down and reattached her leg, then stood up as the flight attendant handed her the cane. "Here you are ma'am." Thanks."Delaney was one of the last passengers to leave the plane. She made the trek to the luggage area, and waited with the others for her bags. A few people glanced and whispered in her direction, but she didn't care. When her sea-bag finally. There were sure lots of folks coming up and saying hello to him." Okay, then. I'll wait for the pictures," I smiled. Dad was right into this business now. It was like he was given a new lease on life and he was loving it."How's the Auburn look?" It looks like lots of work, but ... so far ... so good. This internet thing is great for finding stuff. I got ahold of the Auburn Club and they've been givin' me all kinds of leads. Not like the old days, that's for sure. I've got your mother looking. Never did I think it would be this incredible feeling of both pain and pleasure. Rashad truly fucked my brains loose. He fucked the hell out me for the next 30 minutes, using me like some sort of rag doll. The scalp of my head throbbed in pain and felt like he had yanked a lot of my hair out my it's roots. "Ya' likes that nigga cock, girl?" he asked after he came inside me.I was breathing heavy and felt dizzy from the numerous orgasms I had just be granted. He was an absolute stud as he fucked.