Chapter 38: TAKING STOCK

Much has changed since I’ve been gone. Our fleet of ‘CRABBY NOW?’ food carts have been upgraded to converted aluminum body bread trucks and total five. The college town where I still own a sorority house has a permanent ‘CRABBY NOW?’ restaurant near campus.

Moses authorized purchase of another junkyard in a small hamlet just south of the State-line. This junkyard is complete with a tracked mobile crane with a huge electromagnet suspended from it. We have a hydraulic ram car crusher there that turns cars into dense cubes.

Johnny abandoned his unfinished home and returned to living on the farm. Jeanette keeps house for him. Perhaps they’re living together. I’m not interested enough to investigate what Johnny’s domestic arrangements are. Besides working as general manager of the truck-stop, Johnny is raising tobacco as his own business.

Dad let him have it, but retains ownership of the allotment. Dad gets a piece of the pie when the crop is sold. Dad still crabs and moved in with a young and pregnant blackgirl in a downriver village. This begins Dad’s third family when she delivers.

Karen bought Johnny out and finished the house Johnny began. Mom lives with Karen in the finished house. Mom has retired from working downtown. Since there is no pension, more correctly stated is, she quit working downtown. Special sewing projects for private individuals creates a better income with fewer hours invested. She still rides her scooter everywhere. Karen still has her Studebaker.

Mei and Ling live in the apartment above the shops where Sergey and Yolanda formerly lived. A partition has been added to enclose the bathroom end of the greatroom into a bedroom. Mei and Ling share. Mei runs the bike shop customer service. Even the simplest repairs requires the customer to leave their bike overnight so Sergey or Paul or Sam can fix it for Mei.

Paul and Sam are the two young black veterans Marshall hired to work as Sergey’s assistants. Good men. Valuable employees. Mei is learning bike mechanics slowly.

Since Mei lives a short walk across the yard from my residence above the scales office, each morning after she takes Ling to Kindergarten, Mei visits me. Hey’Girl milks me exquisitely with her muscular pussy and little external movement We are very much in love. I love Marshall more, but it’s possible to love many people simultaneously.

I do.

It makes sense for Marshall to continue overseeing our entire operation, just as she has done and been superb at during the last several years while I was playing soldier. If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it. Marshall is my Chief of Operations Officer, COOO, and will remain so until she tires of it.

I go out crabbing with Milly in the late afternoon nearly every day. It’s great to be back on the river. It’s great to sneak the canoe into my favorite hideyhole behind the shrubbery obscuring the riverbank and enjoy my mommy Milly. She hasn’t had sex for so long during my long absences, we have lots of catching up to do, she says.

Milly is fatter and hornier and wetter than ever before. Gawd is she a delightful fuck. I love her dearly, and I’m secure in the knowledge she loves me, and will forever. She’s the best mother-in-law I can imagine, other than Penelope Moore, but she died young of cancer.

Something worries me, more than a little.

My balls really are bigger than average. Also, despite all the pussies I’ve creamed over the years, many multiple times, several proven capable of producing children, not once has any of my wild oats sprouted. Not one of my ladies ever got pregnant. So far, Marshall hasn’t caught yet either. And we try every night. Could something be wrong with me?

It worried me enough I made an appointment with an Andrologist. Specifically I chose a lady doctor urologist. A Pakistani immigrant, Dr Pvara has additional training in male reproduction-fertility issues

Why? I suspected there would be necessary handling, massaging, professional fondling of my privates. A woman touching me, is for me more comfortable. Dr Pvara is very attractive, an older lady about forty, and she fondled my balls excessively in my opinion.