"Great Grandpa Torrey fell down one winter when he was hunting turkeys. The rifle hit a rock and marked the stock. Grandpa told that story several tim...s and each time he would laugh at how mad his Grandpa Torrey was that he put that blemish on his rifle. It's been in the family for a long time. I got it from my Dad, who got it from his dad, all the way back to Grandpa Torrey."Laughing as he put the Winchester back on its pegs he said, "Several times I thought about having the stock refinished. Dad."It sparked me to ask a bit more about him, but mother would have none ofit. "He must explain," she said. She was happy that I could follow mydream and that I would be staying "with family" but she still seemedupset with my arrangements to stay with my father, even though it washer idea. Right up until I left we did not mention my livingarrangements.As the time got a little closer, some of the messages from my fatherbecame a little odd to. Things like "I have changed a lot since we. "If I'd known it was going to be a cocktail party I would have bought youboth a Babycham." Ruffe deftly sprang the cap off his beer using thetable's sharp edge.Ruffe was in fine form. Today he was carrying a small briefcase whichhe'd dumped on Charlie's hospital cot. He took a long pull on his beerand popped the locks on his briefcase and took out a sheet of paper."Did you tell her?" Charlie looked meaningfully at Glenda."Nope; thought the pleasure would be all yours," Glenda replied."Did. When you think of me, make no mistake about it; fucking me is what I want. I can fantasize about all sorts of foreplay, even about how adventurous we could be as a couple, playing in public or playing with others. But all the mental stimulation in the world always ends up at the same destination. I want to be penetrated by a beautiful, strong, loving Black man. I miss the sensation of having that dick rub my pussy lips, teasing me, sliding up and down my slit, making me anxious and excited.