’ ‘If you don’t mind me saying this, but if I were in your situation, I would go to those places where you found joy to remind myself of the goo... times. But everyone is different and I’m not you.’ ‘You’re probably right. I thought that by immersing myself in my work I could forget about my sadness at losing him, but that hasn’t worked out.’ I burst into tears. I heard a sound and then found a handful of tissues before my eyes, taking them I tried to stem the flow. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Was all that for general conditioning or are you attempting to gain muscle mass?" It's for maintaining muscle mass and maintaining cardio health. I wouldn't mind a little muscle gain but nothing stupid." Military standard all right?" Sure!" It looked like Doc was going to pump! me! up!(Ed: old Saturday Night Live joke.) Cool. "Let me know when you reach a stopping place. We can get you some component mass to work with and maybe some circuit ideas." I checked my 'puter. It was Sunday. The place. She told me she was taking some time off this morning to go down to the blood bank in the basement and donate some blood to the Red Cross. I let her talk me into joining her and I had the satisfaction of being a donor once again after so many years of apathy. They gave us both some orange juice with a bitter taste to build our blood sugar back up quickly and I watched Donna check her blouse to make certain it didn’t get any droplets of blood on it that would most likely ruin it because it was. .. Fuck your whoring mother in her asshole harder... Ram that cock in my ass baby... Yes... Yes... Hurt me son... Hurt mommy's asshole... Hurt mommy's asshole... Oh God yessss... Yes baby yes... Fuck mommy's spanked ass... Your mother is a slut... Your mommy is a dirty bitch who loves getting fucked by her son... Yes... Yes... Fuck my slutty ass you bastard... You mother fucking bastard... Fuck my asshole harder... Harder you fuck... Fuck my dirty asshole harder you son of a bitch... Fuck my.