Maybe if I could get God on my side, I could finally score some good luck. I’d have to be thinking about that. Yes indeed! And then there was a knoc... on my door, on Sunday morning, at 9:35 a.m. I was pretty sure it wasn’t the angel Gabriel—but maybe?I wheeled over and opened it, my mouth that is, wide! “Glory!” There was a man standing beside her. As I have mentioned maybe fifty times so far: I am a genius. Proof of that? I figured out who the man was a nanosecond after having seen him. He was. Now and then I could see her on top, riding some guy as she sucked another and a dozen hands stroked her. Then she would be on her knees one second and then on her back the next.Now there were eighteen guys using G-Man's wife for their pleasure. As I moved in to get a closer look I saw that she was fucking Short Crotch again. She was lying on her back and her head rolled back and forth with an ecstatic look on her face. She kept repeating “fuck me, fuck me.” Then I saw Short Crotch shudder and. Barely nine months later Laura popped our son, who turned out to be a skinny active kid. As they grew, he loved to bug his older sister, and they would scrap and wrestle, but nearly a year younger than she was, he got to be stronger. I had popped a few silver hairs by the time Bobby was twelve. One night in bed, discussing the kids, Laura said, "You know, they're fucking." I wasn't surprised. I had already seen Bobby walking around with a hard on, and had once opened the door to find Mimi. It was very comforting. Irealise now that there must have been something in it, because I becamevery sleepy...I woke up to find that my nails were being manicured. "Did you have anice sleep, dear?" the lady asked in a friendly voice. "I guess youmust have been rather tired. I'm glad you've woken now though, becauseI need you awake to put your lipstick on. You're more or less finishedotherwise." I looked at my refection in the mirror. Was that really me?Blonde highlights in my hair. Quite a.