I was ready to challenge that dorky comment, but figured it wouldn’t help me get inside any faster—and might just have the opposite effect.It wasn...’t long before I had expert hands probing all over me, the best frisking experience I’ve had. They knew their way around a body and even lingered on the crease where God split me, traveled up there to cup my balls. I couldn’t keep my soldier from standing at attention through that. Hell, they were fine rubbing their own creases in public, what was a. And his cousin will be there, and he's twenty-five. And their friends will be there. So ask him." You're freaking pushy," I said."Gotta love it," she said.Or not."He won't want to go," I said."Why don't you call him and find out?" she asked."I really hate you," I said. But I got my phone. I wasn't sure exactly what to write. I texted. 'Invited to join some friends and others for picnic at lake tomorrow afternoon. Want to come?' He texted back right away. 'Sure. What time?' "Holy shit," I. Finn. Siobhan. Dink and the memory of that other dog that didn’t make it through the journey. A lifeless hulk sitting third from our sun. Everything gone. All I loved, consumed.Flashes of memory ran through my mind. Finn holding my hand as contractions wracked my body. Seeing William as the nurse lifted him up. Lifting my eyes from the miracle laying on my breast to the loving eyes of my husband. I felt a surge of everything that comprised me, all of my love, all of my hate, all of my. I really wasn’t interested but agreed to go. He smiled and asked me to wear my black bikini with my short jean skirt. I pulled a cute little summer top on that I left open. As we drove we talked about nothing important, but his hand was all over my legs teasing me. When we first arrived, we decided to walked around down by the water area and enjoy the sun. Since there weren’t many people around, my husband suggested I remove the top and just walk around in my bikini top and skirt. After.