Chapter 25

Two years ago . . .

Benjamin Dandridge was so ill now that his old bedroom at the Dandridge estate had to be completely made over, containing a hospital bed, monitors, IV, a breathing machine, and other medical equipment and supplies. Everything that could be done had been done, but to no avail. He was going to die.

His only request was to die at home – where he grew up. So, his mother, Phillipa, had made all the arrangements so when he had been released from the hospital everything was ready for him.

Ben was sick of the pain, the medications, having to defecate on a bed pan and being sponged bathed and wiped like a child. Damn it, he wasn’t a child he was a man. And he was sick of it all. His past jet dark hair was now all white. His dick was so limp that Viagra didn’t do any good. What was once muscle was now flabby skin and God knows what else.

My life is shit! Ben would do away with himself if he had the strength. No reason to linger