I tried real hard. I remember that, Michael. I do. And I was afraidof her and tried to be what she wanted. But that did hurt, and I didn'teven know it...hurt or what hurt, I think.And, see her son would do it right, and hers had to act different, and Ihad to be like hers would be, and I wasn't. And I knew it was her thathurt, suddenly, when it stopped hurting at the court.And she said to the judge that I felt too much when I said I'd feel badif she wasn't my mother anymore and was crying, and she. It punctuated my life with honest pride, in which later, I found myself absorbed. Yet, five fabulous years of reckless wallowing in the mud can make even a pig like me feel bloated, full.What else can a number of men offer but his cock? Whether rigid, stout, massive or long, it remains their first instrument of choice for instant pleasures. But when it becomes limp, everything else vanishes with it. So that eventually, I sought once more what I cherished before—the warmth, sincerity, and. The SNJ was a not so wrecked aircraft. It was pretty bad, but from the looks of things it might be a possible. The electrics were toast and the wings drooped a bit. The empennage was broke plumb off but it was behind the shipping splice. There was evidence present of previous cracking and maybe, just maybe, it was a good thing that it had decided to rodeo while Grace and I weren't in it. The engine mount bolts had broken out of the block casting and the engine didn't make it back. But mostly it. A fantasy of mine. I just got to your place and walked up to the shop, you are in a housecoat sitting in a chair. I looked down at your legs as I walked in and noticed that you are wearing silky tan nylons. You tell me to strip, I take of my clothes to reveal that I'm wearing black pantyhose You say very nice and tell me to kneel down, once I'm on my knees you open and drop your housecoat to show me what you are wearing. You have on silky tan stockings that run up your legs to a blue lace.