No, I wasn’t bumped. They put me in the window seat next to a 6’10’ power forward who had John Candy’s waistline. ‘A guy my size has to have...the aisle, man,’ he announced, and I wasn’t going to argue. Go Hoosiers! Late Friday morning I phoned Mom from the Lansing airport. After all, it was my birthday and birthdays mean a lot to Mom. She told me she was in the kitchen and judging from the echoes, I was pretty sure she had the phone on speaker phone setting. For sure, I could hear her move about. It might have had something to do with outside pressure, but it wasn't from our side.It seemed that in the improper supervision of a minor child, Rita was going to depose members of the Miami Mafia. I thought that was a ballsy move. I also had a deputy sit with her till the action was dropped.I did agree to make a statement, " I regretted the need to kill Lavon Willy. I find all loss of life a tragedy. I also would like to make it clear, that no law enforcement officer under my command will be. “Pastor, you will still feel all the same sexual desires and needs you have always felt. You just won’t be able to get a hard-on or ejaculate.”I tore my eyes off the pastor. He was just too pitiful to watch any longer. I looked to his wife and his daughter. Both women were smiling at the pastor.I looked down to see Mom’s reaction. She was looking at the pastor stoney faced. Looking down the way I was, I also had a free look down Mom’s dress. Her hardened nipples and beautiful boobs beckoned to. This was neat. Pete kind of leaned his head over my shoulder. "The first time we went by your dock we could see that you were playing with your tits. Do you like the way it feels?" I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I turned to look at him. "Keep your hands on the wheel and watch where you are going" Pete said as he reached around me and cupped my breasts in his large hands. "It feels even better when somebody else does it, doesn't it?" This wasn't the first time a guy had played.
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