””I've never been camping, ” Sherie said, ”It sounds fun.””Well, ” exclaimed Gramps, ”That settles it.”We laughed and caught up on e...ch other’s lives. The night grew late for Gramps and he eventually told us he was going to turn in. We said our goodnights as he walked down the hallway to his room and closed his door. I looked at Sherie with a grin and asked, “You sure you want to go camping?”“Yeah, I mean, Dad always promised to take us. That is before he started screwing around with his. Chapter Four: Fore!When Bob arrived at home on Friday, Karen greeted him at the door witha conspiratorial grin on her face."I'm sure looking forward to this weekend Missy!" she exclaimed. "Ihave a busy couple of days planned."Bob bowed his head in resignation wondering what other humiliationsKaren had in store for him. As bad as work was, it was a welcome relieffrom the continuous shaming he experienced at the hands of his wifewhen at home."I've made us a tee time for tomorrow at the club" said. And they try too much shit. What’s a brother to do? At my favorite hangout, the Brockton Community Library, there is this broad named Lucinda, a fifty-something red-haired white woman with thick glasses who is the fakest of them all. I think she’s one of those old guard feminists from the movement’s golden days. A man-hater who embraces white womanhood and despises men and ethnic minorities. She must really hate living in the city of Brockton, a city where non-whites are now the majority. She. She stopped me, saying “Wait…can you help me with this?” Before turning back around, I thought of what she needed help with, and how I would be within inches of her perfectly dressed body with only a slip and her top would be gone. Having just tried to masturbate, I got hard again thinking about her. Turning around, I asked “With what?” Replying, she said “I can’t get this top tied; my shoulders are killing me from work.” I said sure, and walked over. Looking down over her shoulder while tying.