One day shewas fine, and two days later she was dead. Heather was Stan's twinsister, and I knew that he missed her a lot, but he had managed to getpas...t his grief, or he was faking it really well. His mother was trying,and I suppose, giving away all of Heather's stuff would help her,probably a lot. I looked at mom, who just sat there, silent as she lookedat Stan. It was up to me, and we all knew it. The fact that Stan wassitting there all dressed up, telling me that he knew about my. It was not a popular beach, it was kind of steep and the “sand” was dark and full of broken shell pieces. But it offered beautiful views of the water and had majestic rock formations and cliffs.Even though it was a Saturday we were the only people on the beach. It was starting out as a cool, gray and windy day but I only had another week visiting mom before I headed back home to Dad's. We had thrown a picnic lunch in the trunk of the Beetle and had headed out. My mom had brought along her. It was just find, feel, fuck and forget. One of my lawn cutting customers had seduced me the summer before last, and I had given her such pleasure since even then my cock was big and revived in minutes after ejaculation, that she told her friends and pretty soon I was bonking a woman a week, sometimes two. And getting paid for it too. That led to me doing some of their kids and then that led to my reputation preceding me in high school. I just about had girls lined up and taking a number. And,. As they used to say while I was in basic training, “Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.”Relaxing a few feet from our hobo stove was delightful. The radiant warmth was almost enough to offset the chill of the below-freezing air. Thank God, it was a windless night.Cabin fever and frostbite are both threats to survival. Our hunting gear was top of the line but not intended for Arctic conditions. The only way to stay warm was to keep moving. We lost more heat than we generated while sitting together on the.