I said well now that you’ve seen what happened we need to talk and she smiled saying don’t worry bro, my lips are sealed, really, I’m no fool.I ...aid good because mom is really uptight about this whole thing right now, so don’t say anything until she does ok?She says got it bro, so, does this mean we can still have sex?I laughed saying well I guess it does, but like all things, it stays in this house ok?She says ok with a huge smile coming from her face and her reaching down to my cock.I. Couch is reserved for me mostly. What can I get you? Scotch, cognac, beer if you'd rather; I've got an Oregon red needs opening if you're a wine guy.' Shit, he was way off balance by now.'I'll take a Scotch, young man.' I went to find it, came back with the bottle and two glasses, found him looking at the bookcase that covers my entire back wall. Seemed a mite puzzled. He looked surprised all over again when he saw the name on the bottle, but didn't say nothing. I poured him a shot, one for. H.E.I.L.A.I was fighting the numbing sensation that was starting to creep through my body. Finally unable to stand it I tapped Sheila on her back. “You’re going to have to stop; I can hardly feel my extremities.”Sheila stopped almost dead in her tracks as I finished my little speech. “I am sorry Doctor Gance. In my haste to evacuate you from the area I forgot to position you differently.”I groaned as Sheila put my feet on the ground, shaking, I almost sunk to the ground. It seemed that my legs. “Dinner? We’re not here about dinner.”“Oh, too bad,” I said and glanced at Mom. “We were about to decide which restaurant to order from. No one feels like cooking or going out, because – and I’m sure you already know – my dad is dead.”The Sheriff didn’t flinch. He knew. “Well, we know what that means then.”I met his gaze. Of all the things I wanted to say, I decided on the obvious. “There’ll be a funeral, after my family and I decide what to do with his ashes.”His brows lowered. “I don’t doubt.