He took a scouring pad in his rubber gloved hand and focused his attention on dislodging the charred meat that was stubbornly adhered to the grill. It... was a task that didn’t require much concentration which is why once again his mind drifted and he was soon lost in the reverie of reliving the past year and Sally and his return to Hawksville. There were some aspects that he was a little hazy about but in general he thought it to have been a comforting journey that had begun with the rescue of. She approached me from behind as I sat in a chair in my public rooms and wrapped her arms around me while nuzzling my neck and kissing me on my neck and the sides of my face. She was truly fond of me.“Christian,” she called me departing from her usual ‘Doc’, “you need to get out and do something to begin moving past Aurora. Maybe you should take a leave of absence and travel. Go somewhere that has pleasant memories for you. Try some new place that you’ve never been. But don’t just sit here. She turned around and looked at him and then at his crotch. He told her to get down on her knees and undo his zipper. She was hesitant but did it. She got down on her knees and slid up to his lap, guarded that she was doing the right thing at the moment. “It’s okay…we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, alright?” he told her. “Okay,” she said as she looked at his crotch some more. She looked at it as she reached out for his zipper. She fumbled with it almost too much. She couldn’t seem. '--Grady, 7 years old''My Mum and Dad talk funny when they drink beer and the more they drink the more they give kisses to each other, which is a good thing.'--Toby, 7 years old'My Dad loves beer. The more he drinks, the better he dances.One time he danced right into the pool.'--Lily, 7 years old'I don't like beer very much. Every time Dad drinks it, he burns the sausages on the barbecue and they taste disgusting.'--Ethan, 7 years old'I give Dad's beer to the dog and he goes to.