.. diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer. He had been feeling a bit off-colour for a few weeks, went to the doctor for a checkup, and they did a f...ll panel of blood tests. His PSA levels were through the roof, about twelve point something; normally they should be below one or two.”“Oh, Fiona, that’s terrible,” I said. “What is the prognosis? I assume stage four is pretty severe?”“Yes, and the cancer has spread – metastasized – to some other organs, the pancreas in particular. They are going. Morgan.”“Call me Richard.”“Then call me Jedadiah.”Richard motioned for me to sit down. We sat down in identical chairs separated by a low table. We sipped silently for a while. I didn’t mind. Maybe he just didn’t want to be alone.“I just can’t understand what I did wrong, Jedadiah. I’ve given Nora everything she could possibly want.”“Women are weird,” I said and took another sip of Scotch.“Thank you for that bit of wisdom, Jedadiah,” Richard replied. “Women are indeed weird. However that. “You like being called a dirty whore, don’t you bitch?” he asked.“Yeah” I said.No matter what he asked me, in that moment, I would have agreed to anything. “Let me get that ass.” He said pulling out and still rubbing his cock.I turned over, willingly giving him my ass, still tied to the bed, pulling myself up to my knees.“Give me that ass bitch.” He said.He got behind me, opened my ass, and spit right on the hole.“Awww yeah” I said getting excited from the nastiness that he was doing to me.. But I couldn't. I knew it was better to me with Kenny thanJessica alone. But I just couldn't get her out of my head.The next morning, Kenny woke up about 8:00 AM. I woke up fifteenminutes later to see him getting dressed in a soccer jersey andshorts."Hey, where are you going?" I said groggily."Go back to sleep," he said, giving me a peck. "I've got a soccergame. I'll be back by 11." Wait," I said, getting up. "Let me get dressed. I want to see youplay." You don't have to..." I know," I said..