He's a funny kind of father. All my friends have fathers who tell them how to live their life. Roger tries to do that as well; not that it does him an... good. Dad talks to me as an equal. If I have some idea in my head for whatever, telling mum or Roger will get me a lecture on being silly or worse. Dad sits down and discusses it with me. He doesn't say yes to the idea or no. We just talk it through and he makes me understand the positives and the pitfalls. Then he gets up and leaves me to think. “This is my toy room. I kept my guns, fishing equipment, and hunting gear in here. Abby doesn’t like guns. She agreed to allow them in the house if I kept them locked up.”I looked at the gun racks on one of the walls. There were shelves and a workbench in the room. Hank told me he used the bench to clean and work on his guns. When I asked about his guns, he told me he sold most of them and shipped the rest to his son.Hank and I went into the kitchen, joining Kelly and Abby at the table. Abby. Gary made an involuntary shudder, because he knew from past experience that while some pleasure could be divined from the big latex sex toy, a lot more pain and discomfort were going to be the order of the day! Thankfully Frank was applying a light coating of KY jelly to the plug, because without it, it was like driving a rail road spike up your ass! "Bend over, Gary," Frank ordered, "until you decide not to have any more of these, shall we say, out side meetings, we'll have to punish you like. Whenever we were together I kept looking for her togive me some signal or sign or something that might express a mutual feeling, but nothing. Maybe she felt the same urges and maybe, just maybe I had just missed the signs. She never talked about any dates or boyfriends, was that a sign? I resolved myself to look for any signals and decide from there.One day Julie came over and she complained that her neck and shoulders were sorefrom moving boxes in her apartment. She asked if I could give her.