"Young man, if you are finished resting," a voice drifted down from the next ledge above me. "I could sure use a hand." I sighed, loudly, and crawled ...out of my nest to resume climbing. A strange sight met my eyes as I peeked over the next ledge. A very large man dressed in bright red peasant clothes hung from one arm at the edge of the path. He had managed to get one foot back on the path, but the other dangled over a five hundred foot shear cliff."You ARE in trouble!" I agreed, working my way. Then grandma was back, in both hands each the half of a great cut juicy onion, that she immediately rubbed over the bloody wales on moms ass, what mom quitted with some screams, that seemed to be louder than those at her whipping.This way tortured, the let her lay on the table, screaming, whimpering, quarreling about her situation. They turned around and followed those things they were doing before mom needed to be educated in the therapy of traitors. Some of their visitors watched this fresh. It looked wet. The band started up with New Orleans jazz and the atmosphere was raucous. The bartenders got up on a little balcony above the bar holding strands of multi colored beads. They started yelling in true Mardi Gras fashion Ladies show us your tits. The crowed joined in with Show us your tits. Several women, including you started prancing in front of the balcony. You pulled your T shirt up and flashed your breasts. The two men you were with reached out and touched your tits. You got. "That guy wound your clock huh?" I asked knowing the answer."Oh Steve, this isn't nice but I can't tell you what happened out there, what kind of feeling passed between us and we never talked. I'm a little confused because you make me feel so comfortable and so good too. No one has ever done to me what you have done."She hung her head a second then said, "But I think he's gonna do it."I smiled at her and sat down and hugged her. Holding her in a comforting way, not a "I want sex" way.Denise.