’ He went through the options, I didn’t like any of them. I would be very ill from the treatments, but there was a ‘chance’, he told me. ‘Wh...at kind of chance?’ I asked him. ‘Maybe 10%, that depends a lot on you!’ ‘And if I do nothing?’ I asked. ‘You will feel pretty much OK until it gets bad, then you fail quickly.’ he said, beginning to understand where I was headed. ‘So how long if I just go home?’ I asked him. ‘Six months, 12 tops,’ he said. I thought for a second, made my decision. He stood. ‘Yes sir,’ Christian politely replied and rushed off to the locker room. Marcus looked at the pictures on the walls of the gym and smiled. So many greats had trained at this very gym and now here was his hopefuls. Even though the title Christian was fighting for was a small time fighter’s association, it was still more than he ever held. Seeing his boy with the gold was all he needed to verify he was a good coach. Hell, in his mind the fact Christian even got a chance at all was enough in. . , well you know!" I know exactly what you mean sweetheart, I've always been a pretty sexual kind of a man but with you, well you bring a whole new meaning to the word sex" Mmm that's because as soon as I look at you daddy, I'm wet, you're every girl's dream man"Her tongue flicked into my ear and I felt a lovely warm wetness on my lap, "And apart from that daddy" she giggled, "You really love my little perversion don't you?"I groaned as her urine gushed out all over me and down onto the seat. But through that hole one could get a full view of the inside of the master bedroom. So I sat up n peeped into that hole. Now usually when I sleep there with someone else in the other room I cover the hole. But tonight I was in the other room and my wife was too drunk to do anything. So I got a clear view. I was not really looking or staring at anything in the room, when something in the room caught my eye. My wife was still in her robe lying on the bed. And the bathroom door swung open. I.