I dont believe it, he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, I know that youve tried out the punches that a taught you, so let me have it.

A true boxer, the old man thinks I want kill him. He stands in his position hands balled into tight fists, crouching and ready to go.

Hes serious, and i think for the first time in five years, im afraid. Come on.

Shut up! I push him, and he makes his move, its hard and I deliver a couple of my on. We know that where both in pain already but we dont show it, its a sign of weakness.

I kick him in his shins and he goes down, just a tad then gets back up, too slow. I hit in dead in his jaw, he falls onto the ground and doesnt get up.

My mind is telling me to go, go now, but my gut and heart tell me to beat the ***** out of him. Which one do I choose?

I think Ill send you to your beloved wife in another time,

He isnt worth it.

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Next Day.

The idea went great, I spent most of the day with Helena, getting to know her, I never knew she was a big fan of old school.

Prince was the man back then, and still is. I better not dwell on that ***** symbol today, things may happen.

Helena wore simple jeans and a loose tee, may I add that she was wearing sandals as well, I took her to almost every fast food restaurant their was. She objected the first few times, but a little shut the ***** up fry in the mouth did the trick.

I must say Al, this is a lot funnier than messing around with my co-workers.

A little bit of this every once in awhile, and fooling around would be pure heaven. She rests her head on her palms and watches me eat.

What? Am I eating like a pig again.? I slow down my pace, but theirs really something about fast food, she laughs, No, just never mind.

You sure.

No Ah now I get it, she thinks its to hard to be like me, Talk to me Al, this is difficult you know.