Well, my humorous and whimsical little sort of virginal looking in places bride, Emily, got half the idea across. Now if she had hinted somehow there ...was a chance her grand daddy was maybe the father of our child, we would have had it all.Emily thought his taking serious what she said in the heat of the moment was a real rib tickler. Homer was so far down in the dumps, worrying about his "artistic career" he didn't really hear old Hoot on another of his tirades. And me? Well, I just had me. ?You got a lot of fat to saw through,? he said. My abdomen split and my body pulled apart as I suddenly realized my stupidity. I wanted to live—Oh! How I wanted to live!—I had egged them on, forced them hasten my demise for a pointless moral victory. I cursed my ignorance, thrashed at my restraints, screamed at the top of my lungs, heard my husband’s laughter and accepted the cruel justice that this is how a pathetic fat whore like me should die. I would die was I had lived; a slab of. My fingertips dart about, curious. Will it be squat and need to be nursed, or long and rigid as a spar, ready to snap if I pressed hard?And I’m cautious. Lower my hand, with the lightest pressure, to his crotch. He’s still as roadkill as my hand contracts to a clench. He swells into my grip: a fat, reassuring sausage.The night you broke up with me eleven months ago you stroked my hand in an absent, pacifying way. I pet this man’s erection like that. Sort of distant. Don't even let our eyes. I told her some cock and bull story about lending Dad some money and when Dad sold the house we would get the money back. She seemed satisfied with that answer. The weeks dragged on to a month and I was starting to get worried. I left a few messages for Sandman but he told me to stop worrying and he was on to something. Christmas was fast approaching and I really wanted this sorted before the end of the year. I got a call early December from Sandman he told me we had to meet. We ended back at.