Fact seven, Dad hates shopping, especially with Mom or Traci. Fact eight, somebody had to be dying.Mom brought out a huge platter loaded with a giant ...melette, hash browns, and both link sausage and bacon. I had to be dying.But I hadn't been to the doctor. No, I went a month ago, just before football ended. I'd hurt my ankle and he took an x-ray. But an x-ray wouldn't show a tumor or anything like that. Would it? And people don't get tumors in their ankles. I was pretty sure they didn't.But if. Id tried relationships,they never work ,atleast there's no mental pain this way .It's Friday and after texting the owner of the club he assured me I was truly wanted at greedy girls night ,mmmmmmmm.This also meant I would get him ,even better ! He turned me on and knew it ,some say he's no longer in his prime ,and yes when he was younger my god his body was to die for .but to me his charm ,wit and sexual desire was still there .Big ,black and beautiful ,the curves of his body although bigger. Since I had clammed up tight about it all she seemed totally frustrated, and stopped stroking her hand and fingers sensuously around my neck as she was, and then just rose right up into a sitting position, reached over grabbed that little pouch and pulled out that same one she’d injected me with some of earlier.Took it pulled the cap off and had yet another little ball of cotton, and in my state of being as I was from the first dose of it, I had not one chance in hell to get away from her, but. .. I...” he shakes his head. The man has no idea what’s going on. He doesn’t know if this is real, or if it’s a dream. He doesn’t know why this is happening. He will need to call Kennedy when he gets back. Mother always has the answers.Without an answer, he reaches for her, but she puts her hands on her hips and says, “What’s it going to be, breakfast then sex, or sex then breakfast?”Appearing thoughtful, the man replies, “It’s probably better sex first. Fucking on a full stomach isn’t.