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The LA Rams have a home game and traffic…. well, sucked. The Rams were scheduled to play the Oakland Raiders, which meant to me that not only would it be horrible traffic, but half the fans would be assholes wearing silver and black. From the interstate, I could see all the smoke from the BBQs of people tailgating before the game. I thought back to my childhood thinking how I missed some of the things that made me happy as a child. It was right then that I decided to call Mike Booker about getting tickets to an upcoming music show. This would also allow me to see him in action working behind the scenes trying to do his ‘magic’ in building the recording studio’s base of clients, which made me think of that Billy guy I met with the blonde spiked hair and British accent when I was that trainee Chauffeur with Jill. "Hey, Mike, its David Greene. I’m sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but desi I wanted to ask if there were any upcoming concerts that you could get me a few tickets to. I think I would like to get a couple of my hardworking people a night out.” Mike offered a concert being held at the Staples Center this coming Thursday. He went on to tell me about the band called Menace. But it was NOT Menace that we were going to see. Instead, it would be a ‘tribute' band. Certainly not as good as the real Menace, but young and ‘upcoming’ none the less. “I got to see him then if you say he’s that damn good. I would like to bring 5 plus me if that's not too much to ask." “Certainly sir. By the way, how’s your wife? You all left in such a hurry that night.” Mike asks. “She’s out of the coma this morning. We’re indian on the way to see her now. I’ll tell her you were asking about her.” I say thanking him for the good wishes and end the call. Finally, we arrive at the hospital. The three of us head inside to see Jill. I feel Amy’s hand squeeze my ass walking through the hospital corridor. Arriving at Jill’s room, I see her face light up. “Holy Fuck! You are gorgeous! How can that be?” I say to her loudly. “Shut up and get over here and kiss me you fool.” She says smiling. I see the dreaded dish of green Jell-O. I wonder to myself why do hospitals always have the suckiest tasting Jell-O on the planet? I put my arms around Jill, hugging and holding her tightly. Her purple eyes stared down at me. She whimpered and groaned, her passion rippling from her as she gripped my face with her thighs. "You are wrong, Ephus will defeat you easily if you think him that easy to defeat. Naked and covered with dried blood and brain, her hair a shambles. All I wanted to do was get out of there and run and run and run. “Daddy, why are you doing this?” desi I asked, tears escaping my eyes. “Thanks”, he muttered as he speedily zipped up, jumped back into his van and sped up. You will be lonely, there will be no one to talk to, no one to care for, and no one to take care of you. “Olivia adores you. “Where are your parents?” I ask. “87% indian from the three-point line isn’t luck.” My pussy clung to her, savoring the pleasure while my eyes watched my mother. END OF STORY A question popped into my mind. “Just wait, you will be. She was my age.