The last time we met was during the middle of the week. In fact, we had only managed to meet in the middle of the week for a couple of months. I picke... her up and we went to a pub close by where we both lived. I think I had known for a little while that this good thing was coming to an end. Her reasons still surprised me though. ‘Sven, this is difficult,’ Maggie said. Her words are engraved in my brain even now, thirty-five years on. ‘As you know, my other hobby is motor racing.’ This was true,. For now, get a tan, go to a gym, work out. You are only disabled as far as you allow yourself to be. There are mates from war injuries who take time to recover and do.Women get hit on 80percent of time there at gyms, they go to work out. So do same and be the loner who is working on himself. Work within your disabilities.I am creating a program for wheelchair and disabled people for self-defense.They will notice over time.Be Bond, 007.No shit.Go to thrift shop for good things, some have great. Oh you love watching your wife get fucked by a real man, look in the mirror at your pathetic face, it says it all. Look at it, what does it say, tell me what you see when you look at your face in the mirror."I stepped one step in and looked at myself in the mirror, and she said again. "Tell me what you see bitch." Then I said stutteringly,"I see a pathetic limp dick sissy husband that loves watching bigger and better men fuck his wife's pussy right in front of him." "That is right bitch, now. IN HIS ROOM." I say. "You lyin' I know his ass is up in here somewhere. He got up too look around my room. "That's it I'm calling security." I say going over to my phone. "NO the fuck you not!" Apparently he was not as drunk as I thought cause the next thing I know I'm pinned up against the wall hard from impact. Suddenly he seemed bigger then me....He was up close and personal on me, his breath had a heavy alcohol stench. He spoke to me in a low tone voice and his speech was clearer then.