"Angela spit at me and I caught the spit and rubbed it in her face, she struggled and tried to bite me but I am a fast and strong for a 16 year old ma.... "Fuck you" she screamed at me and I pulled Angela to her bed and held her down. "Tough guy beating up a girl" she spit into my face. I was holding her wrists and she was laid on her back and her legs akimbo, with my weight partly on her hip to pin her. I held both her wrists with one hand and pulled up her black T-shirt up with the other hand.. Most of the time I just laid on the bed and stared sightlessly at the ceiling. I stayed in the basement because going upstairs to the bedrooms,which remained as my family had left them, overwhelmed me.I existed in a nether-world between life and death. I knew I had to move one way or the other - to get busy living, or get busy dying. I was leaning strongly toward the latter.So I began to 'get my affairs in order.' I'd always been a packrat, so I started with my own junk, throwing away valueless. " And did you generally tip him for that service?" Of course." Would you explain please?" Well just like any other service oriented business I allowed him to suckmy cock. Sometimes if the service was exceptional, I would fuck him." Thejudge nodded appreciatively. "Did you tip him that day?" No of course not. Besides I never had the chance." What do you mean?" Well he rushed out of there and before I could even think of calling himback to chastise him Miss Ursula came in." How long has Miss. A long line of men in our family had tended this little plot of land trying to feed his family, pay his taxes and serve God. There was no end of work to be done and little to show for it, though I rarely ever heard my father complain. My father was a man who did the best he could to provide for his family and his faith in God never wavered even in the hardest of times. He did the only thing he knew how and did the best that he could. At the time I thought he was a man who had given up on life,.