.. I don't want to hurt you, Auntie Doris."His concern was so genuine, it was all Doris could do not to smother him with tender, motherly kisses."Oh, ...y darling, please don't worry your pretty little head about that, okay?" she said, playfully tapping the end of his nose with her finger. "You let me worry about that, okay?" After Doris signed over the bill to her room, Tristan gallantly held her chair for her. The sight of her from behind - the narrow, cinched waist, wide hips, and voluptuous. As the boys gathered a few things she spoke to James telling him that she was half slut, a whole whore, with milk filled sagging tits, a well worn cunt, being fucked to pieces by 7 young cum slingers. Why would he want to Marry her? James smiled at her saying, “you're pretty”. The boys walked in as they were kissing, Joe said “they're doing it again”! She winked at James saying, “boys. Privacy”! They ran as she laughed. Three hours later James went out after preparing supper for later, to send. My mother asked, "How did he fall? Must have been the corn," she said puzzled, "but that doesn't explain the wheelchair."For some reason, that got through to me. I had to find out what she was talking about. Almost as quickly as my crying started, it stopped. I turned my head and looked.The wheelchair was on its back, not far from where I had been sitting. I, though, was at least five feet away from the chair.Jessica was on her knees. Her hands wiped my tears from my face. She looked at me with. David returned with three cups of tea on a tray and passed them around, sat beside his wife on the sofa, and began chatting like we were long lost friends rather than, although friends on Facebook and the odd phone call,total strangers. Within a half hour the tension that had hung over the room like a bad smell had dissipated and we were laughing and joking, even Paddy was in the room now, wagging his tail with excitement. All thoughts of my wife, Karen, and the problems we were experiencing.