?I’ve been looking into your finances. Single mothers, doing it hard. You particularly Beth. Grace gets child support from her husband, but you g...t nothing. It would be a shame if someone approached the bank and offered to buy out your debt, say, in exchange for the rights to someone’s meat.??You bitch!? Beth blurted.?Oh please. I won’t give you any trouble. Just stay for dinner. I insist.?Beth looked at Grace. ?We’ll stay? Grace said, supporting her dearest friend.?Excellent. I’m sure. He was older than I expected (Late 50's early 60's) very nice looking black man (Did I mention I only hook up with black guys???). We went upstairs and exchanged pleasantries sitting next to each other on the bed. He complimented me on my legs stroking my stocking covered thigh with his big hand. I told him to make himself comfortable, so he got undressed. He had a very nice body for a man his age, and his cock was already rock hard (I don't know if it was me or Viagra, but didn't care). He lay. She looked funny but mom hit me for laughing at her. She could wiggle her fingers but she couldn’t do anything else for at least six weeks or more. She couldn’t feed herself, dress herself, or even go to the bathroom without someone helping her. Tough break!Spike, her boyfriend, had been screwing around when he had the accident. They were celebrating the fact of having the entire summer off from school before starting college in the fall. He hardly got hurt, he didn’t say that he was sorry, and. We headed for the middle storage room and ramp down after we'd reloaded the trailer. When we made it there I let Routata do the honors opening up the doors and once again the men took care of unloading while we admired the view. After the unloading was done all the men took a look outside again.Our next trip to the garage let us recharge for the storage on the far end. When we reached it Goondoe did the door opening honors and the helpers took over unloading down here. Routata and Goondoe were.