”Moments later, they were off, and a few minutes after that, Jeff’s body had already shifted into FFA mode (Free Fatty Acid), his breathing slowed... and eased as his mind entered what distance runners refer to as the free association mode. The miles drifted by as he concentrated on the things he needed to do today. He suspected that Whitworth was beginning to think he was a bit off center by continuing to allow more women into his harem, and he debated telling his boss why. As he thought things. My mother was a little confused on what to do. She came forward and hugged her as tears wriggled down her smooth cheeks. My sister pulled mother away saying they should give us some time alone. They walked past as Smriti continued her tears. I went forward to hug her and SLAP! I could feel the heat on my cheeks. “Ouw”, I cried up in both pain and exclamation. People have halted on their way as the sound reached up their ears. I started looking left and right. I didn’t have the courage to look. Susan. He had gone to school with her. She had a bad cut on her forehead and she was nearly unconscious.He looked up when the boy came through the woods searching for her.Carl. A football player. Carl carried a tire iron and he was weaving drunkenly."Hey," Carl said. "What's going on? We were just having a little fun. We were just seeing how far the little cunt could take a tool up her cunt." "You bastard!" Jeff said.Carl came at him with the tire iron. Carl never would have done it if he'd. Pack 312, the cub pack sponsored by my church showed up Saturday morning for their cub overnight on July 2nd. Justin Baer led the group of fifteen parents and sixteen Wolf and Bear scouts. Jon Miller came with his son Brian too.Jon's son Brian and Justin's son Billy had grown since I last saw them. They turned nine this spring and would soon be first year Webelos Scouts in the fall. It blew Will's mind that the two boys would be in Boy Scouts eighteen months from now. Jon, Justin, Will and I.