After numerous times of looking up, it started truly sinking into my troubled brain that it wasn’t ever going to be up there. That became depressin.... My training in survival prepared me to deal with the world in its most primal nature. But it is one thing to train for it and another to accept that it was the way life was going to be. I was active but unfocussed for a good part of that day as my conscious being came to grips with this. I organized the debris on the slope and found some. Merrie was there and she had dinner ready. She was in a good mood and she surprised me after dinner by making moves that indicated that she wanted some loving. It was the first time in two weeks and I wondered what was up with that. Usually I had to make the move and lately she had been finding excuses to say no.I think I shocked her when I didn't take her hints. I like sex and not getting any had me hurting, but no way I was going to fuck Merrie without a condom. Not since she was giving it up. ..I love cock...it don't matter what hole neither...but I ain't never had one that big up me! Jesus, that's a real monster you've got there, Daddy"! The older woman laughed and then groaned as she began to finger herself, throwing her head back she began to moan as she frigged, "Mmm...do tell us more, Gemma darling..." Gemma gulped and continued, "Well, like I say, I'm a bit of a slut really...my boss, he has these parties for important clients an' that...I have to dress like a maid - me an'. It wasn't as easy as it sounds; the home kept computerized records, sort of, but the updates were a little sporadic and generally anywhere from a day to as much as a week out of date; I guessed timeliness of record-keeping was a secondary thing in the anterooms to death that most nursing homes are.So it was five days late when Spook gave me the news.Jack, the female on whom you have asked me to maintain surveillance, the mother of Lisa, the records I have been watching now say that she died on—.