By then, most of the rest of my second glass had disappeared and I was feeling warm and happy. I slurred a few words, but was able to force myself to ...pronounce them correctly, giggling as Betsy smiled at me. Yes. I'm getting a little tipsy, I thought.By the time the movie was in full swing, we were both feeling great. The second bottle of wine was half empty and our glasses were only a quarter full. Betsy in particular was full of giggles as we laughed and joked about poor Jack Nicholson's. We had a laugh and both agreed that it was about time the girls caught up to us on the randy side of things. After we had all finished our dinner we went inside to the pool room and I mixed a few drinks at the bar and set up the table for a game of pool, at first it was just Tony and I playing then the girls wanted to play doubles. Once again I was busted by Linda staring at Yves great ass as she was taking a shot over the table, after that game the girls went into our room for a few second.. " Yes. But — not knowing when..." I was not terrified. There was food and water, and shelter." Yes." I subsided for the moment."Would you like something to drink?" I asked a little later."Yes I would, please."I got each of us a Coke from the plane's cooler, opened them both and handed her a bottle."I remember these!" Sally said."Cokes?" Yes! From when I was a little girl!" She drank deeply from the bottle, smiled delightedly and said "Ahhhh!" You could do a commercial for them!" I said."A. If not in writing, then he could remember her smell and taste and hear her laugh in his head when he went to sleep at night. Those memories are starting to fade, it might make more sense to let them go but he knows he would rather hold on to them for as long as possible, maybe forever. Hell, some days it feels like it never even happened. He pulls in to get the mail – sorting over the trash he tosses the flyers, tucks the bills under his arm, and glances down at the last envelope. It’s.