That had all happened in the past twelve months, to the day, since we had played out the final act, here on this very mountainside.******I sat gazing ...out to sea. The wooden seat looking out over the Ocean was baked in sunshine. I smiled wistfully as I recalled the very day. My groin still stiffened a little at the thought. What a scene it had been! And then afterwards, as we took her down from the tree and rolled her torn body, wound round with her own innards, into the sheet. I closed my eyes. Knowing this empowered me, and as I knocked back a seriously large whiskey and coke, I remarked on my missing underwear, and suggested they return it to me, soiled or not, when they finished with it, hence my earlier labeling.'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it look ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my. “Well this is it,” she said pointing to her door as she rummaged deep into the depths of her purse to find her key. “Would you like to come in for a bit?” “That’d be nice,” he smiled. They both stepped out of their boots and rested their coats in the closet. “Just make yourself at home, you can sit on the couch if you’d like.” He sat at the closest edge of the couch so he could watch her in the kitchen. Her delicate little body was so tempting, he wanted nothing more than to grab her hips. When Nicki arrived on Sunday afternoon, the family was complete. Tim and Sora had driven up from Scottsburg Sunday morning. I got a call from Joanne about two in the afternoon confirming that it was okay for her and Amy to arrive on Christmas Eve. Of course!People kept disappearing during the day. I don't mean vanishing. I mean running off. We'd agreed on the mental health survival kits and spread the word to the other clan members. That meant that each person needed a kit. We talked about the.