"He nodded. "I should go with her."I stopped him. "So that she can feel the guilt of hurting you in addition the guilt of watching a man die?" I don't... care about that now!" He pushed past me, took two steps and stopped. "She's a wreck, isn't she?" Completely." Damn." He said softly. "I should be there for her."I put my hand on his shoulder. "The cremation is tomorrow. Be there for that." I could tell him why she was so upset afterward."Yeah." He nodded. "I'll tell Dad to leave without me.". "Ow! Shit, Sarah!" Good to see I'm getting through to you!"She started concentrating on the crease at the top of my thighs, really giving it everything."OW OW OW OW FUCK SARAH THAT FUCKING HURTS!" Good - to - know." She replied, a bit out of breath.She finished with ten full force spanks to the right cheek. By the last few, I was squirming and giving some undignified squeaks.The silence when she stopped was deafening. Apart from her and my heavy breathing, there was nothing, me trying to get. "She thought about it for a few minutes, “That’s a Good Idea. It’ll be cooler down there.”So, I packed the little cooler with beer, wine, and a couple of joints. Terry stuffed things in a large tote bag, and we left the house at about ten in the morning. As soon as we got in the car, she lit up a joint and took a couple of big hits off it.“Watch that stuff. You know what it does to you.”“Why do you think I’m doing it,” she replied.I just laughed and kept driving on 95 South. She was wearing a. ."Sarah," I asked. "What did Nicola do that weekend after she got the email?"Silence. A long silence.I broke it. "She went to Paris with him, didn't she?" She was upset and despondent, and I said 'Why waste it?' I told her to go; I thought it would cheer her up. Apparently the weekend was a total disaster."Here we go again. I thought.Nicola was still bad news. She was beautiful, she was intelligent, she was affectionate, and certainly highly desirable, but chaos always ensued for me when she.