Dan watched them for several more minutes and then glanced away. There was no way that he could recreate the entire park, just to sell a few pizzas. H... looked back at them and then he noticed something important. The kids were sitting on the picnic table! Not at the picnic table. Their asses were on the table, and their feet were on the benches. Some of the kids were standing; and facing those seated on the table. As he watched, one of the kids danced a little jig.Inspiration struck. He. "They don't have to," she said. "I'm sure they know where you live, or they will soon. You're even listed in the fucking phone book." What's with all the language all of a sudden?" I asked her. "I don't remember you cussing up a storm before."She laughed, a bit caustically it seemed to me. "This is me under stress, Larry," she said. "And me not trying to be a sweet little flower any more to impress you. Sorry, but when I get worked up I tend to revert. You'll know all about it pretty damn soon. I have to add - this is not exactly a stroke story. Let’s just say that in a lot of instances, I was in the right place at the right time with the right people. As it is, I was amazed at the details of my life I remembered – although as I remembered chronologically, more details came to the fore. © Hellraser 2014If you followed my other looong story of growing up, there are some side trips that I can expand on now.Sis...Sis got married very young... 16 young and was banished from our house by. I told him that I loved both. We talked for another two weeks before we decided to meet up. He would get a hotel room and I would meet him there. I was excited as Joe was twenty five years older than me and I always wanted to fuck my dad. We met at ten in the morning so we would have all day. When I got to his room he let me in and there in the room was a girl my age or younger but she was naked with a collar around her neck and he had a leash on her. She was very pretty and she had huge tits a.