"Oh yeah, it always feels great."She gave me another reassuring squeeze of my hand.Aunt Sherrie leaned back on the coffee table. "Well, it sounds like... you have quite a little ritual going for yourself. I'm sure we're all happy for you." Thank-you, Auntie." Why don't we show him what we bought?" she asked her sisters. They nodded their approval, so Aunt Sherrie went off into the other room for a moment. She came back with a shopping bag and placed it on the floor between us as she resumed her. .. mine and the one I gave to Roy Reynolds.This description also goes in Field Notes. Ph.D.'s have been awarded describing archaeological campsites. We are Anthropologists first. Archaeology is a subset.Of a Saturday, I took me to the woods. I, my pack, my fly-rod and my snake stick headed for nowhere in particular.Behind the cook tent the stream tumbles into rapids as the canyon begins. 100 yards farther downstream there is a 250 foot waterfall striking a jumble of boulders. There begins a. Pissed. I giggled.A face loomed, familiar somehow, his lips moved but the noise was tomuch for it. Something cool pressed into my hand, a shot glass. Igiggled again, his hand rested on my thigh, above my stocking top, and afinger tip brushed very casually over my panties. Another giggle, Ipushed his hand away, closed my legs on his fingers, but he didn't movethem.The shot was cool and harsh and velvet all at the same time.Sensation, lights, movement, stumbling. Too pissed for my stilettoheels.. Me : – who? Aman?Tina :- yes, I saw naked pictures of him & that bitch reema, in his phone today morning. I’ve decided…This shit is over.Me: – you sure about what you.saying?Tina : – yes…Now could I please hug you?Me: – ya. Sure.We had been to my bedroom earlier also, sat there, chit chatting, enjoying drinks….But today was different.I made her lie on the bed, covered her with the comforter, and sat on the chair besides, holding her hand.She wasn’t at peace. She wanted me right next to her.So,.