Still with the crutches it was doable.Wednesday I left the hospital for Fred and Alice’s house. I lurched around his well landscaped yard fairly eas...ly with the crutches. Alice did everything possible to make my life easier. She even brought my computer from the Gatehouse.It was another week before I ditched the crutches for most of the day. I was more than ready to return to my beloved Gatehouse plantation. I booked some folks into the place since I had nothing to do with the operation of the. That was the best decision that I could ever have made. I don’t think that I have ever been happier in my life. That was a year ago and my Ma’am is now 19 and graduated.So here there I was, kneeling behind the gloryhole box that I had built and my Ma’am told me that I was to take care of her friends. When the door opened a bit later, I saw them as they came into the garage. I recognized all of these guys from the school. I had even coached a few of them. My Ma’am explained that if anyone. She wore a dark purple blouse and black slacks with a pair of heels that put us at eye level. She looked like a very proper businesswoman and I complimented her on her appearance. After a few introductions and some chitchat we sat down and she took out her new phone. I looked it over and began to show her some basic BlackBerry navigation, features, and shortcuts. After a while she said the lesson was starting to get over her head and she wanted to get to the main event, watching me masturbate.. At last realizing her mistake she rejected several more offers for "dates" but by then the damage was done. Everyone in school regarded her as nothing more than a cheap whore. Between her own withdrawal and being ostracized by the other students, she became a virtual outcast -- no friends and the only interest shown in her was by boys who simply wanted in her pants.When she missed her second period, she took a test which confirmed her worst fears. Her parents were fundamentalist religious.