As we haul it overnight this overnight twilight, I started to consider that for some unknown reason women who are very insecure and immature seem to seek me out. I began to think it might because of stature, or the gray hair, or some reason, but the cling to me like plastic wrap around a cheese sandwich. Of course there's my honey Shelly, who is so very much insecure and immature that it makes kindergarten children seem like Einsteins . From an early childhood of a broken home and abuse, any oasis of a stable environment is something she seeks. However Shelly, is not the only one. Suzi the mother of my Son Eddy, and my second wife. When I met Suzi it was strictly immediate physical satisfaction. We met at this choke and Gag called Butterburrs, in Pocatello. The only things she needed to get to go home with me was her pillow, blanket and toothbrush. It didn't take much and over less than 6 months it was a gas. About the 8th month of the relationship was hindered by other male corpuscles she knew, seemed she'd been down everything but the Titanic. Her dad was into industrial painting, and had a good shop with plenty of tools. However Suzi was tethered to her mom and dad worse than even the smallest infant. Plus bedroom recreation had to be reported to Mom. Betty was the worst of the worst when it comes to Mother In Laws. Her dad Ralph wasn't bad a bottle of scotch and a football game in the downstairs rec room of their home was enough to keep him happy. I can't count how many houses we bought and rented in Pocatello. The lady at Idaho Power, just told me that she'd turn on any power at any location, once we finally lighted she'd then apply billing. Her best friend Sandy was the recipient of I can't count how much baby food and diapers I supplied, and the damn kid wasn't mine. It was on a fateful day when I came home for lunch from the shop in American Falls, that her Mom and her was there collecting her stuff, apparently Suzi was PG, (she was) now that she had attained that and 1/4 of my fortune she because of her mothers urging decided she couldn't live with a biker. WhaT WE had was a 24 year old with a 13 year olds mind inside. Today Suzi is a dyke living solo in Pocatello, and still trying to suck off my hind teat financially. When both her Mom and her Dad mostly her Mom, takes that final exit to the truck stop in the sky, Suzi will be in a world of serious loss and mark my words, if I'm still alive, watch how fast she finds my address. Just once I'd like to find and settle down with one whose mind matches her age, but as they say, if the chassis is classy, someone is keeping it happy. Which removes me from their league .
Now back to the show.
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