Think of the girls.”He rolled back, “Help me up. Get me my clothes.”I tried to push him back down, “No honey. You need...”He pushed me away,... “Funeral home. Arrangements; get me my clothes.”I tried to keep him in bed, “No I’ll...”He pushed back again, harder. He was shaking like he was cold. He said, “No, get my clothes. Go start the car.”I backed off. I found and handed him his clothes, “Mrs. Abercrombie has the girls.”He wouldn’t look at me, “Take me to the station. Then get the girls and go. "Then that's the way it is. It's her choice, Paul. Back off." Fuck you, you fuckin' wimp. When I finish with you, I'll show her how to dance, and then show her how a real man fucks." He flicked his wrist and a knife blade flashed, reflecting the dim light in the gym.Unaccountably, the sight of the knife didn't frighten me, maybe because I figured Gomez was so out of it from booze or drugs that I could defend myself.I was wrong.He was quick, quicker than I expected, and he didn't hesitate. The. . ah, we didn't interrupt anything, did we?" Pat asked in embarrassment."Not anything that won't wait," Grandfather assured us, as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a credit card in a small brown leather pouch."This card has the $7,500 on it for the gold that you gave me yesterday. If you need more than that, let me know, and we'll see what can be done," he told us. Pat and I sat there flabbergasted. We had never had that much money at one time in our lives."Thank you, Grandfather!" we. You actually have to slow her down, to keep her from tearing buttons off of your shirt. She notices the tube in your pocket, and pulls it out. Glancing at it quickly, she giggles and puts it on top of her clothes on the desk, then pulls your shirt off and helps you with your pants. As your pants slide down, she kneels down then, and pulls your underwear down as well. Not surprisingly, your cock has been erect for some time now, and she grabs it softly with one hand, eying it with mock.