”“You can trust me. You will convince them to recruit me. Who is in charge?”“It changed after they tried to kill you. I don’t know what his ...name is, but he went to jail. Then Bobby started telling everybody what to do. He isn’t in charge either. The boys all listen to him, but he gets his orders from somewhere else.”“You can trust me. You want to convince them to recruit me. Could it be the old guys that tell him what to do?”“Yes, all the boys do whatever the men say.”“You can trust me. You. "Oh, young man, I wonder if you'd help me for a minute." She waited and sure enough, the delivery boy came down the, hallway and into the bedroom. "Here I am" she said, stretching her hands up to the top shelf of the closet. "My check book was empty and I couldn't quite reach that box up there. If you'd bring over that chair, I can get down the new checks.".The delivery boy unglued his eyes from Susan's long supple thighs and retrieved the chair. "Thank you," she said, and she climbed up and. There was nothing he could do. He would put her on chemo for awhile but the outlook was very grave. At most he gave her six months to live. I just broke down and bawled. I took her in my arms and she was the strong one. She said everything would be all right. How can everything be alright when my wife is dying? When we got home she called Helen. She came right over and they cried together. I wanted to do everything I could for my wife in her last months. Always too late, would-a, could-a,. She broke off the kiss and gave a loud cheer for the band.At this point I was so horny I could have fucked her in the middle of the crowd. Her continued grabs and pulls on my cock told me that she had the same thing in mind. As the band began its first song, the press of the crowd surged forward. I reluctantly let go of her tit, and braced my arms on the “fence” at the front of the stage, protecting her from the press of humanity. She leaned into me again, thanking me and sucking on my earlobe..