I abruptly spun around and dashed into the kitchen, suddenly focusing my entire being into making something -- anything -- for breakfast.“Hey!” sh... called after me, clearly shocked. “Are you okay?”I was pulling out a bag of flour from the pantry to start making pancakes, my head empty now. “Yeah, why?” I said casually, keeping my thoughts focused on what I was doing.“Don’t give me that,” she replied. “You just took off like a bat out of hell, not to mention…” Her voice trailed off.“What?” I. On your hands and knees on the edge of the bed please. She went straight to the bedside cupboard and got the tube of lubricant, (Caroline had obviously gone into great detail). She came back and stood behind me. I probably dont need to tell you this, but Ive never done this before and apart from a bit of internet porn and a few hints from Caroline…So how much of this stuff do I need to use? Oh lots and lots please! Just squirt a good dollop on my arsehole and rub it in. With my finger? Well. Needless to say, my first thought was that I had done something wrong. We went into her office. I was convinced that I was going to be dismissed.She came straight to the point. "I am fully aware that you are not a carer but we have a crisis. Can you please assist us during this difficult time." Doing what? I am the porter."What she then said sent a ripple of fear right through me. "The ladies needed to be bathed just the same as always."What could I say excep, "Yes, of course, I will help?" I. We were made with wandering eyes, but most men realize their responsibility. At a certain age a man is support to build a home and raise a family. You are too old to be a playboy. Find a nice man, move to Connecticut, get married, and start a family. You can adopt or find a surrogate. There are options. I only want what is best for you.’ Benjamin smirked, ‘That, and grandkids.’ The father and some finished their omelets and moved on the to the pie. Benjamin walked back to his office. Even.