"Come on in!" I said, and stepping to one side he walked in.He was a little nervous acting, and perhaps even feeling uncertain that he should have tex...ed, let alone actually come by, so I was as reassuring as I could be.He and his girlfriend, and soon-to-be-wife, had had yet another of their infamous screaming and shouting matches, and Solomon had driven off in anger and frustration...only to find his way to my apartment; which, though I was sorry he'd had such an explosive emotional blow out. Then either the bell didn't work or I didn't hear it but when I went to change booths I realized I was no longer the only person in the place. The leather guy was standing up at the counter talking with the guy that worked there and sure as shit he saw me. I darted into a booth that happened to have a window but I was just trying to hide real fast. I wasn't sure what exactly he saw so I threw my pants on and chilled in there for a bit to see if anything was happening. After about 15 minutes I. “I like her too dad.”Two months had passed since dad had left the hospital. It was a long road for him, to adapt to his new way of life. He would try to do something on his own, without success. Getting frustrated, he would give up on life. Helen and I would be by his side. Encouraging him every day, pushing the boundaries to his abilities. Taking that extra step, to his goal.He began to work out on his upper body. Every morning, when I finished my morning run, we would work out together.. Mai jatke marne mai laga raha karib 20 mintes ke baad pura land aunder gus gaya tha, aur aunty machal rahi the , maine apna pura land bahar nikla ek joor ka shoot mara land phir se pura andher gus gaya aunty uchal pari boli amit chor do meri gand phat jiaye gi maine kaha rani gaand to tumhari maine phar hi di hai. Wo gusa ho giye boli apna land meri gand se nikalo , mai joor joor se dhake maar raha tha or wo machal rahi thi kiyo ki maine unko kamar se kass kar pakar ratha tha, wo boli pls choor.