"Ohhhh!" Abi gasped in sheer delight as I finally bottomed out within her as I held still savouring the moment."That feels so good, so right," she moa...ned."That it does," I replied as I began to thrust within her in long slow strokes.I picked up the pace as Abi responded in kind, her slim hips matching my thrusts as we danced the oldest dance of all and delighted in each other's bodies. I watched the play of emotions across her young face and wondered how I'd been so lucky as to have knowledge. Without a car we weren't able to visit a lot of lakes and had to settle on a lot of ponds in the area. Now we can visit more lakes, such as truck stops, rest stops, car parks, gas stations and stores, sometimes shopping malls. But our core business was still run out ofthe motel room.After a brief stop at Vinnie's, we were on our way to catch more fish. I had never really been inside a truck stop before and watching all the big trucks coming and going was impressive. That was before I realized. I just want you not to do any work on this field between April 1st and July 1st.” Lucinda had Gerome’s tiny laptop. She showed Mr. Brown pictures of the field and the border with the river. “What would you normally plant in there?” I asked.“Probably soy beans. If my daughter decided to plant it this year, her old man would be preparing the field in April and May. We would plant in May or June latest or we would lose the whole crop,” he answered.l that field is three acres of cleared. I guess the main thought I had was, "Do Spirits die? What would happen to me then?"I know in life I always lamented about, "The ultimate end of things." It seemed a shame that the experiences of an individual life are just lost into eternity. Yeah, history gets written into books but not real particulars about a LIFE!Especially not about someone like me. No one is remembered for generation after generation. Definitely not someone who is ordinary. Like I said, not about someone like me.Think.