After a while she emerged fully dressed."Well?" I said.She sat down on the sofa. "It's my uncle." What? Has he been at you again? I thought he'd left ...for good years ago?" The thought struck me; surely he couldn't have taken her to David's?"Let me tell you, please?" she begged. "On Wednesday Mum phoned me. Uncle John had had a stroke and was in hospital. It was severe, He couldn't speak and he was paralysed down one side, his right. Mum said he wanted to see me. She said it would finally. I opened the door more for him to come in. He introduced himself as Kevin. I turned quickly to follow him towards the back bedroom. “I must apologize for my house being so messy. I’m on vacation for the next two weeks and I’m trying to change things up a bit” I said as he waited for me to lead him thru the mess. I got into front of him and blushed when I got a good look at his tight ass.I opened the door to the half painted room. Kevin looked around and found his stethoscope lying next to. Every glass ceiling she encountered, hell, she just threw some bricks and crashed her way through. Within ten years she was earning enough I could have comfortably quit but I didn't. It was never a big male ego provider thing, I just didn't want my selfworth to revert to that of dead weight. The kind of husband and dad who stays home drinking coffee all day, engaging in basically a hobby, taking the odd dance with the vacuum cleaner to make myself feel productive. If I'd possessed any innate. Our opponents were wastingas much time as possible on setting up the defensive wall. They didn'twant to concede a goal now as a drawn game would give them the leaguetitle. Eventually all was set.I looked at all the players' positions and knew that my kick would haveto be perfect to be successful. I ran up and kicked the ball with theinside of my boot, the vicious swerve I gave it took it round thedefensive wall and past the despairing reach of the goalkeeper into thetop corner..