But before leaving, I casually asked whether if today was a date and she just smiled.On reaching my home, I see a text from Pooja. She just sent “:)...”. I called her back and asked her what happened. She replied saying that she felt good talking and having someone listen to her after so long. She thanked me for the evening and asked if I could make it for lunch on the day after. I immediately agreed. She gave me a rough idea where her house is and said she’ll cook my favorite item. Needless to. A glass of white wine would be waiting for me as I walked through the door; closely followed by a peck on both cheeks. My life was looking up.Their tantrums had all but faded into the background and we had decent conversations consisting of a lot more than grunts and groans.Early evenings were interesting. The most interesting part of the day for me. Two of us would normally sit on the sofa with one of the boys on the chair to the side while watching TV. Hands would start to wander as the. He knew that she is all the reason he needed for staying alive.But he did not want her memory of him to be tarnished. He did not want to be a shriveled figure incapable of controlling his own body. He did not want machines to breathe for him or feed him through a tube.She deserved better."I want you to remember me before the cancer," he said, his own tears coursing down his face. "I want you to remember a time when I was strong enough to catch you in my arms and spin you around, to make love to. Fuck yo White Momma. Breed me like a young black bullbreeds a cow. I am all yours sugar.”I could tell Matt was on edge. He said, “My balls areon fire, Momma. I’m goanna fuck your ass off. I’mbreeding you. I’m goanna be yo babies’ daddy.”I could feel his hot balls slapping my butt now hardlike bumper cars, bouncing and rebounding to bounceagain and again. Balls full of hot black baby seedready to shoot into a ready and waiting white womb.Ready to be.