She had felt guilty fornot having appreciated every second she'd known him.She didn't really remember her real father. All that was left of him wasth... faintest feeling of dread, a sickness in the stomach when she thoughtof him and an occasional shadow cast over her dreams.And then there was Him. She knew nothing about him, not a name oranything. She just knew he was there, somehow, deep down in the pit of hersoul. He wasn't like an imaginary friend. He never appeared to her orspoke to her.. ..anyway this story is about when i finally got to be with her.i was on the school basketball team even though i'm only 6 ft 2 i was pretty good. she didn't coach us but was always at training watching us. i made sure i was at the top of my game to impress her. usually afterwards when the players are heading back to the locker rooms i stop to ask her about my progress, just to talk to her.but one day it all changed...as usual the other players were clearing out of the gym and i went over to. "I'm so glad to hear you say that," the older man said, smiling very broadly. "It's all in having the proper attitude; and you seem to have that."As the younger one was almost dressed, the older one handed him the cock ring he wished him to wear between visits."Remember to wear it often. Okay?" Yes," the younger said, taking and he put it on, as the older man watched approvingly as he did so!"Good! Now you will be reminded that I'M the one in charge of...", and he reached out, and patting the. We said our goodbyes, and then stopped to get some packing boxes and tape and then went back to her apartment and started packing. By noon on Tuesday, we had everything packed and loaded in the trailer. We were both tired, but decided to start driving home. Again we stopped at a motel and had dinner at a nearby restaurant. We hit the road early and made it home around dark. We were thoroughly exhausted from the past few days and collapsed in bed. We spent Thursday unpacking the trailer and.