It brought a certain comfort so he desired not to rise. He would skip his rations of French Toast that morning. It was just better to lie in comfort. ...e wondered if any more dreams would come to him.These dreams—about events that he hadn't thought about in so many years; why did they all come to him that morning? It had been a long time since his body felt as good as it did. It was free from all the nagging pains in his hips and knees and back to which he had almost become accustomed. He must. To my surprise, though, Cora's small, strong hands reached around and urged me onward. Slowly, with infinite care, I advanced fraction by fraction, alternately pushing and withdrawing. Each stroke penetrated slightly deeper than the last, until, with a little wriggle, Cora's buttocks flattened against my pelvis. Each time I pushed a little deeper, the little Filipina emitted a small sound that seemed to convey pain, wonder, pleasure, and lust all rolled into one tiny cry."I never... ! Oh, my!. ” “She arranged with the money folk that a place for her at a sanatorium would be paid for and a funeral, doctor`s death certificate etc arranged even if she was long gone not wanting to alert the authorities.” “She then came to me and requested certain very precise arrangements, filming etc then a date was fixed by her and we went with that. ‘Oliver’ did the filming, and he and the hubby did the last rights after I had done her bidding. It was the most we could do as a service to the woman. It was damn near pitch dark as he followed me to this non-existent car. I stopped beside a random ride and said, ‘This is it.’ Then my boyfriend and his boy stepped out of the alley; both of them had they pistols drawn.”“Holy shit…”“They told the nigga to take off all his jewelry, made him give up his wallet, his cash and the sheepskin coat he had on his back. It was like a 700-dollar coat. Really nice.”“That’s fucked up.”“I know. I feel bad about it now. But, what can I say? You live and you.