The interviewer came up to me with a microphone.“And Mister Bradshaw...” she questioned me for a couple of minutes about the incident in the Hindu...Kush. I hear your son is going to be here on the stage with you,” she said. She looked around. No movement from the gallery where Abigail and my son were stationed.“I guess he couldn’t make it,” I said. I saw Owen wave at me. He was in the second row. Abigail and Ronald were far in the back. I don’t even know if he knew they were there. I did but. I don't really understand, like, what's going on. Who is Gary? And who are you, and the others? Why am I here? This doesn't make any sense..."Moira laughed, quietly, before seeing the expression on my face. Then she settled back down next to me. "I can bet you're a little confused at this point. You have been pretty out-of-it since Gary found you. And what's happened is certainly not something you'd expect."Okay, where to start. Well, I guess I can start with Gary. He got very rich very young,. I was laying in my room at the bottom of the bed watching television. My bed was lengthwise against the wall and there was a window on the wall near the bottom of the bed. The mini-blinds had been closed to keep the sun out while my head pounded, but now that the migraine was gone I decided to let some light in. I turned the valence slightly looking outside and noticed that our next door neighbor Maria was sunbathing in her backyard. My room was on the second floor so I was looking down at. "C'mon, suck it all off, get used to it you slut. There'splenty more come gonna get in that mouth today, suck itall off." Not needing any encouragement at all I greedilylicked my juice off his fingers and hand. This was justtoo good to be true being fucked in this way, it was justwhat I wanted. My cock was beginning to soften aftershooting my load and my arms were beginning to achesupporting Dale's weight on top of me."Dale, please. Can you stop and let me lie on my back, Iwant you straight.