He chooses a shirt and begins walking over to his bed."Carol called."Drew freezes and drops his shirt. Why would she call? "What did she say?" he asks... "Mom?" No response came. She must have gone downstairs. Drew's mind begins to race. Does Ms. Crest need something? Does she want more help unpacking? Maybe she wants his opinion on the decor for her new house. "Yeah, because you have such an eye for such things", he says sarcastically. I've gotta stop doing that, he thinks to himself.Ok, calm. Well, what there was of it, there is even less now. I think Jim is suffering from a touch of ED, either real or imaginary. Sex has never been on his priority list. I asked Barb, What about oral sex? Barb was aghast and said, Jim doesnt believe in that for me or him. I tried several times through our marriage to get him to lick me or even allow me to go down on him. He felt it was disgusting and would have no part of it. I felt sorry for Barb having missed so much pleasure from her lifestyle.. I put on deodorant and gave myself a wet wipe bird bath as I swished mouthwash, hoping not to smell like sex, tequila, and cigarettes by time I got to work. A glance at the clock showed I had forty-five minutes to get to my office, an hour's commute away. I'd just speed like a maniac the whole drive there. I grimly snorted a laugh to myself because it's not like a fatal freeway accident wouldn't solve a lot of my problems. I spat the mouthwash, wiggled my fat ass and hips into my stretchy. I killed him. I’m taking possession of the property. Your mother attacked me. Your father attacked me first, and without provocation. Under the law, all his possessions are now mine. I’ve come to collect them.”“Daddy? Daddy’s dead?” the girl wailed, then collapsed on the ground sobbing.Several other men had come out as well. Some of them spread out, making as if to attack. Donald looked at them.“You have one minute to decide whether to live or die. I’m taking these inside. If you try to attack.