What would I do then?I woke up to my dad groaning with a hangover. I heard the truck rumble up and Sarah stuck her head back into the tent. “Mike’... here. Time to get rolling!”I wouldn’t look her in the eye. “I don’t feel so good. I don’t think I’m going to be able to work today.”Sarah looked puzzled, then turned away. I heard the truck drive off, and then an hour later someone came by in a golf cart, and dad hopped in, flush with the money we’d made yesterday. I gave him twenty minutes and then. Sarah just sorta rolled her eyes.Over the next couple weeks, we all three got closer and closer. Several evenings they would be headed out to the hot tub and invite me to join them. How could I say no. Then Jimmy was going to be sent out on a mission with his division for 2 weeks so he had a few days off before hand. He asked if he could bring some friends over for a swim and hot tub. I said of course. Within an hour, I had 5 more gorgeous military studs in my backyard removing their clothes to. To bury her properly I suppose. And,lets face it, how many times will you get to come to your own funeral?"You may now be seated."---"Looks like I?m sitting here?"The table was groaning with plates and cutlery, candles and flowers.Individual name tags marked each of the eight settings around thetable, some occupied, some still to be filled. I?d already looked up myplace on the wall chart, even though I knew where I?d be sitting. I?dtalked about the seating plan enough with Sarah the past few. Wo jeebh bahr nikalti kutiya ki trh or thook tapkate hue mere land ko chat ti or phr apni jeebh ki tip ko mere land k tope k upr nachati, me to bs ankh bnd krke leta hua tha kabhi kabhi uske baal khich leta to kabhi galo me nakhon gda deta wo pura land gale tak le jati or phr hotho tak lake use chusti, thookti uspe or phr use chat ti or phr pura land andr leke gagging krti. Me jhadne wala tha to wo sali bhap gayi or tezi se land chusne lagi or mene uska sr pkda or sara maal uske mooh me nikal.