After all, it was the late 1980’s, early 1990’s and we were inspired by legendary television and definitely legendary music. It was a great time ...or me, but only if I could finally fucking get laid, a blow job, a kiss… anything… it was an everyday struggle… and frankly I thought my right hand would eventually fall off, the amount of times I jerked off.The girls in my grade at least the hot ones, were all athletes… we had that in common, but they of course all dated the best players on our. She was the type of woman that had no problem flirting with everyone. She was hot and knew it. By the time the sun had gone down, we had taken several calls. Breathing problems, car accidents, domestic disputes and a few nursing home calls. Nothing exciting, until one in the morning. The call was for a drowning, unconscious and not breathing. While on the scene, we did our work and loaded the patient up. Jessica and I worked together like a well oiled machine. We had the Fire. Most of the stuff I learned about my Dad's sexual behavior, I learned through observation and eavesdropping on private family conversations.You already know I found out about my Dad having sex with his sisters when I heard his sister, who is my Aunt Bella, and my Mother arguing about who gave the best blowjob. At that time my Mom was fighting for exclusive rights to Dad’s cock, but Aunt Bella didn’t want to give up her long tradition of fucking him whenever the mood struck her. And from what I. I'd been married to the same wonderful woman, Pearl, for forty-five years when she died from an AAA (Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm) in a podunk town on our way to camp in the Grand Tetons.It was a case of criminal negligence on the part of the ER doctor, one he and the hospital paid a large fortune to ameliorate. I asked him three times to check for AAA, since it had killed her mother, and the arrogant son of a bitch told me, in barely understandable English, that he was the doctor, not me, and he.