Also, all the pleasures of living in an active, vibrant community. So many things to do. No time to worry about it all coming to an end. Then the verd...ict was in. My doctors were letting me know that it was getting nearer. Not much time to lose now. And I spent some of that time contemplating my life. What I had accomplished. What I had not. The people I loved and the ones I would leave behind. Life had been good. Really. So many places I had seen and so many things I had done. Never enough,. I want to do it again, like we did yesterday, but I don't want to be annoying about it, that's all." "Oh, sweetie." I kissed him on the forehead. "Why would I be annoyed? I enjoyed our special time together yesterday." I gave his ribs a tickle, which got him to squirm and crack a smile. "Enough with the serious face, mister. Let's hurry up and have some fun before Timmy gets home." I followed him down into the basement to his bedroom. He went to his nightstand drawer, and fetched out a clean. I lowered my gaze onto his scrotum, his balls hanging and swinging, seemingly out of kilter, with his fist movements, perhaps his achievement in attracting me to see him, had him in a tizzy, in fear of my getting up and leaving him, to shoot into a barren void, he needed a female to view his seed shoot forth, this was a fertile and hot moment for him, he needed to seed me, and in some sort of primeval basic instinct, I choose to remain and accept his seeding, I was fertile soil and the moisture. I fell. I laid in searing pain on my bedroom floor. I listened to the phone ring, over and over, no one would come. I hurt so bad. My arm, it was killing me. Why me? I fell into sleep.Two in the morning. Four hours of serene sleep. Now pain. I wet myself. I was so ashamed. My room smelled of my piss. I didn’t smell it, but I knew, once someone else opened my door, they would. I hoped nobody would find me. Why wouldn’t this go away?I could feel my stomach eating itself. I was so.