I slid down, resting my head on the bed letting the blood dissipate from my face as I caught my breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss this for the next t...hree weeks,” he stated, still trying hard to catch his breath. “What do you mean three weeks?” I inquired, as I rolled on to my stomach. “It’s my mom’s turn to get me for the next three weeks after school ends on Monday,” he told me, looking very unhappy. “That’s pretty lame! Can you just not go?” I asked, hopefully. “Nah, I already asked her and. .that sure tastes good" she said as she looked up at me and smiled, licking the last bit off the side of her mouth. I moaned with exhaustion, watching her stroke my cock as she stood up. "Damn Lindsay, that was a hell of a fuck" I told her as she walked off into the kitchen, returning with a towel. "I sure hope it was Jason because I didn't want to go half ass and not get what I wanted" she told me as she handed me the towel.I wiped my face off and then wiped my cock off, throwing the towel. .. no. What I mean is, I would have left him because of what hedid. He was responsible for his own actions, not you. And just in caseyou were wondering, he was also responsible for his own choice in leavinga few months ago." But, I'd told him I didn't wanna get my hair cut." Which had nothing to do with him leaving. Your father and I breaking uphad been a long time coming. He just happened to choose that night toleave."I'm not sure how long I sat there, trying to absorb what I'd learnedwhile. They called in an expert and we all went over the forensics. ‘Dear Johnny’ had died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage. He was brain dead within seconds, before Anne had had time to react, well before Anne began CPR. He had several problems that could have caused equally sudden death! His arteries were in a bad state, he had other aneurisms and his heart had been under strain for several years. The postmortem report said ‘Dear Johnny’ was a walking corpse waiting to fall over. He should not have.