“What about me, Sir?”“Kevin, you suffered a pretty severe concussion and your right heel was badly broken. According to the doctor they fused th... bones of your heel. This should allow you to eventually walk with little or no pain, but you’ll never be able to play football again. Not only will it affect your running, but you won’t be able to plant your right foot to throw a pass.”“What about the Army, Sir? Will my injury also keep me from that?”“Kevin, I know you intended to follow in your Dad’s. Mum was thirty-something when she had me — I never knew anything about my father, it seemed to be a family secret. Mum’s parents helped bring me up, and none of them would tell me when I asked.Mum wasn’t conventionally beautiful — she was tall, about five feet ten, with a lean, stringy body that only served to emphasise her large breasts, a strong nose, but with a wide, sensuous mouth and long, iron-grey hair that reached almost to her waist. I used to brush it for her sometimes, standing. Ryan lowered himself and sucked hard on her pink areolas. Her nipples stood at attention. She grabbed his polo shirt and yanked it up. He ripped it off and unzipped his khaki shorts. Grace grabbed his boxers and lowered herself as she pushed them to the floor. Ryan’s cock sprung free and Grace quickly took it in her mouth. Ryan was short in length compared to Marcus, but who wasn’t. He was only about six inches but his cock had grown to the size of a Bud Light can. She’d never seen such a fat. It was rehearsed very well. She had hired the finest divorce lawyer available. She said she had photographic proof of my infidelity. Further more, if I did not agree to her terms, not only would she get everything, but she would ruin my business. I was somewhat skeptical she could really ruin my business, but I would soon learn she had the capability in hand. I sat and listened in total disbelief. I was totally convinced she meant every word. But what were her terms she kept alluding to. Only.