I brought up the rear. We reached the cave with no problem. I had cautioned the undertaker about making any noise. He was so startled when he stood up...right in the cave that he dropped his flashlight. The sound was there! It reverberated and the undertaker dove for the exit, disappearing where he had entered a minute before. It looked like Father John and I had this to do alone.Picking up the supplies we eased into the passage. It was difficult to maneuver the empty bag. It was going to be even. ”“Well, just don’t keep it open for too long.”Hazel had taken her bra off, and, little did she know, but her nipples had stuck out like soldiers standing to attention. Seeing them, Emily giggled.“Someone’s horny...” She quipped.“What?” Emily pointed at the twin peaks on her chest. Hazel blushed crimson. “It’s cold.” “Well, they were like that before I opened the window,” Emily lied easily. “So, who’s the lucky guy you’re horny over?”“There isn’t one, don’t start this one again.” Hazel was also. I wanted to enjoy every moment, and I needed to keep this up until two o’clock. After about ten minutes, Matt burst through the door with his buddy Jason. I continued to ride as if there was nothing abnormal about this situation. Matt had a look of embarrassment, as well as a look of anger on his face. It was almost as if he couldn't believe that I was enjoying another dick, and his father's on top of that. Uncle Paul looked scared and froze like he had just seen a ghost. He pushed me off of. I gathered mine to put in my bag and noticed something loose in the middle pages, I opened it up and there folded in the middle was a torn out page with my writing, staring back at me. A parting gift from Mr. M simply letting me know that he’d read my writings. Was it so terrible? Had I really embarrassed myself as much as I thought? Or had it been a dream?Dear Mr. M,First off I owe you an apology. A few months ago someone stole your good pen, then you found it. And remember the same thing.