His back was broken and he lived the rest of his life in a wheelchair.I met a tall and lanky Lineman that had the nickname of "Slim" (of course). As o...ne of the Lineman that was 1st on the job, the Contractor's Manager chose him as one of the Foreman. I also met the Heffernine Tramp family. The father Ira, with a Lineman son named Stan (nicknamed "Wolfie") and another Grunt son but I don't recall his name. Ira told us about his wife and mother of his boys that she used to drive out to the. I had a little computer and internet, gifts from my father, whoever he was. Some guy who sent me money every month and the occasional gift to show he cared. I had clothes and posters on the walls, and a little fish named Hullabaloo. I had my own little world."Mr. Raines ... Mr. Raines..." I said to myself, thinking about him.I'd have to call him an ugly man, not handsome at all. But smart, very smart and it wasn't offensive the way intelligence is with some people. He was just smart and it came. He saw how painful the last years of her life were and didn’t want to live through it himself. Hopefully, Grandpa will quit this time too. There is a good chance he won’t because Gran is going to die a lot faster and suffer a lot less. I may have shortened his life too.I phone her two sons, my Uncles. There is no good way to have that conversation. How do you tell a guy that his Mom will be dead in a month or two and that she is going to live a miserable life in extreme pain the entire time?I. I spit again, this time sliding it down the crack of my ass and then placing his fat cock right against my tight hole. He slid up & down, teasing me, pressing against my hole but not going inside. Stroking my cock, playing with my balls and teasing me with that fucking wonder tool of his was about all I could take. I bypassed and went straight to his cock, wrapped my lips around his, and took him to the back of my throat. That's right, he said. . .take that cock down your throat and fuck me.