So yeah, he was the main man in boosting my confidence with it and well it's just gotten bigger since then. What can I say, I'm a bit cocky and my di...ck is the center of the fucking universe. So yeah, mom walked in on me fucking Rick up the ass in their bed one Sunday afternoon when we thought she wouldn't be home until 8 or 9 at night and turned out she came home at 4 in the fuckin afternoon. So, I got what I could into a backpack and took my skateboard and backpack and the money I had. "He brought me Ovaltine and the same purple pills, but I had to sufferthe indignity of the chaining again.In the morning he brought me breakfast in bed, the full English. I didnot eat it all, just the bacon and the egg and a tomato. I drank thecoffee. As usual, he rang at lunch time. He came home in the eveningand we cooked together, then sat on the settee, holding hands. The nextday was the same. In the evening after dinner, he fell asleep. I got upand cleared up in the kitchen, then found the. ... The shill ring of the house phone woke Ex in the early afternoon. He had reheated some pasta left over from Saturday night for lunch, heavy on protein and carbs, just what a sportsman needed, he told himself, and then, having stuffed his face, had fallen asleep on the couch.“Hey ... that Ex?” Said a familiar voice.“Lavon, that you?” Said Ex, stretching and wiping the sleep from his eyes.“Yep, you coming out this afternoon, man? We got a good number getting together at around 2, get your kit. I’d be disappointed. I was sitting in my favorite chair with a cup of coffee, reading the book I thought I would never read. I heard the Honda Pilot pull up outside, and lost interest in the reading. I got up and opened the door before they could reach it. Kimmy was there, and she reached her arms out and hugged me. “Hi Grandpa,” she said. I held her tight, my hand against the back of her head, her silky hair in my hands. I raised my other hand to wave, and my daughter drove off. I held Kimmy’s.