I AM NOT READY TO BE PUT OUT TO PASTURE

My wife passed away and my daughter in her infinite wisdom wants me to move in with her. I sure don't need to try and make conversation with her two bit husband, a Sociology professor at the tiny college where they live. I really have a problem with the boy who can't be a man.

Leave that there. My wife spent the last seven years on her downhill journey through cancer. No wife to me from that perspective. A friend of mine I ride with suggested a marlin fishing trip to Panama. A week away for me, my daughter came to stay with her mother. In Panama we really got away, good fishing, better whoring, better girls than I had in the Philippines, cute, young, affectionate. Who needs to fish? But we fished anyway, we slept with a couple of girls each.

That week revived me. My friend and I have spent a week these last few year in the arms of the beautiful honeys. In the city where I live it is not unknown to have sweetie available with a phone call. If I go live with my daughter in Iowa not only do I have to deal with my son-in-law, I can't get out and get my relief. I have a little sweetie who really gets my spirit up, and my fifty-three year old dick. I can't give that up to live in tiny town Iowa where fun is mowing the lawn.