And I think it is his will that my son be that way he is andthe same as for me. I will find a way. I just need time with my sonthis weekend, and maybe...I will come up with a plan.' I gathered myself together and waited for Tim in the living room. Hesoon came out and sat next to me on the couch. "You got time off fromwork, Dad. That's great. Can we go to the tractor pulls on Saturday?"he asked excitedly. 'Now that's my boy,' I thought to myself, but asI looked at him I could see the pain in his. But when I emerged from my bedroom, she gave me a "come help me" look, and I told Tim to get lost.He looked a little put out, but disappeared out the front door, muttering that he was going to go get himself some dinner with other friends. "Friends who help a guy out instead of shooting him down," he muttered.When he left, Nicole thanked me, and then the two of us set about unpacking the various items she had brought for dinner. She tried to shoo me away more than once, but I figured that. Not bragging, just being open and honest here. As a six-foot-one, lean and athletic, brown-skinned young man with curly black hair and lime-green eyes, I tend to get looked at a lot by the opposite sex, and the same sex as well. I’m a beautiful man of African and Caucasian descent, and guys like me tend to be exotically beautiful. I have fucked quite a few white girls and Chinese girls. Black girls aren’t usually my thing because they have way too much attitude for a slick but at times. ”She seemed like she didn’t have a care in the world as she led me by the hand into the kitchen. Things had changed little there too, and she had me sit in my usual seat while she started preparing breakfast.“I thought we’d take it easy today,” she said, beating eggs for an omelette. “Maybe figure out what our plan of attack should be and pack just a little.”When I didn’t respond, she continued.“Gregory said he put sheets over most of the furniture at his dad’s house, and he packed up some of.