I dropped my fifth public load on the floor of Wendy’s. I was facing the counter but had a half-wall in front on me. I could see everything that was...happening at the counter but they could see nothing of what was happening with me below the mid-section. There were no other tables occupied near me. I decided to open it up a bit, since if was relatively safe. So I scooted my chair back away from the table so as to remove the cover a bit more. Then it was a full fist stroke this time, unlike the. Like the other boys, he lived, breathed, and slept football.By the time he graduated High School, he had filled out to be quiet a good looking young man. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice muscular frame.He graduated as Valedictorian of his class and was not only the Captain of his football, but also had made All-Star status as the quarterback.State College quuckly pucked him up with a full ride in the degree of his choice, as long as he started at quarterback.After graduation ceremonies were. " He's supposed to be here sometime today. Maybe you'd like to watch for him. He should be coming up over that hill from Highway 22 very soon now."I kept a close watch on the gravel road leading up to our farm and a few hours later, I spotted him. At first, I could only see his military cap, and then as the figure in the distance gradually got up to the top of the hill, I could see the Army uniform."Grandma," I asked, with all the excitement of a twelve-year-old boy."Can I run down and meet him. If he could sleep he deserved it. He had actually done physical labor for two weeks. He mostly ran the sluice but that was still more demanding than anything he usually did. I made coffee in the one cup maker then sat for a few moments at the kitchen table getting my head out of my ass, before I began my pedal to the airstrip.Since Wilson never showed, I rightly assumed that he was having no problems sleeping. I managed to find the tricycle in the almost dark shed. I also found and unplugged.