I needed no second invite and before Lucy could say I agreed for the both of us. We quickly threw on our clothes and decided it was now or never to go... to the shower/wash block as the rain had gotten slightly better and we might not get another chance. Simon , Jo and Lucy headed off whilst I grabbed some stuff from our tent. I grabbed our sleeping bags , some clothes and wash stuff. I quickly threw our stuff into their tent and headed off to join them. By now it had gotten quite late and it was. As the will was read you learned the family history... In 1742 Alistair Groze came to America, 'Massachusets Colony' then, and married a young heiress called Ethel Lourdes. They settled in what would later become part of Cambridge, with a diverse farm that produced everything from apples to pumpkins, milk to mutton, and cheese to chestnuts. The family prospered, for a time, with seven sons, all of whom went on to attend Harvard. Then, around 1777 something went profoundly WRONG. Family legend. The weather and her own memories had teamed up to batter her darkened silky hair with its humidity augmented perfume and pheromones releasing skin. If she was running away from her own thoughts, her body on the other hand yearned to be chased and it was saying so loudly, like the echoes generated by loud shrieks sent in the middle of a valley of curves, perfected by eons of female evolution and ripped by a lifetime of deistic sculpting. Bonnie could remember a time when her life was mostly. We picked wild raspberries in the woods”. The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”A pretty young woman, visiting her new doctor for the first time, found herself alone in a small waiting room. She began undressing nervously, preparing herself for the upcoming examination. Just as she draped the last of her garments over the back of a chair, a light rap sounded on the door and a young doctor strode in. Coming to an abrupt.