I shut the door, closed the curtains, stripped and re-made the bed, then lay down on my back relishing the feeling of being free from my restraints. T...ere was a knock at the door. “Are you decent?” came Sandra’s voice. I moved to cover myself, then realised there was no point. “Not recently!” I shouted. “But you may as well come in!” The door opened, and Sandra came in carrying a steaming bowl of water with a small glass bottle floating in it. “I gave this oil to Lisa for Christmas,” she. Looking back at it, it’s adorable how my excitement had nothing to do with my carnal regions. In fact, sex was the farthest thing from my mind. That and marrying Beyonce (yes, I was in love with her that early). We started making out in the funniest of ways. She told me of what a bad dancer she is and I offered to help her. We got too close and our lips could not manage one more second apart. We rolled over to the couch and then to the floor, still in each others arms. Hers were the softest. Joanne and I got dressed and got in my truck and went to the hospital to find out that Brenda died, when she arrived by abulance to the hospital.*****Two days after the funeral, the last of our family members left our house to go back to their homes, Joanne and I went into the house and sat down, with Joanne sitting in my lap wanting to be held by me in my arms, which she then cryed some more with her face in my neck.After some time, Joanne did quit crying but just sat like she was for a little. One such party, crossed the northern part of the desert to a small, remote village called Mycinia. There they found an old man who claimed he was once captured by a tribe of women, and spent most of his adulthood as a slave until he finally escaped. He showed the Romans how his balls had been removed, and other scars left from years of torture and abuse. When the Romans ordered him to serve as their scout, he refused, even when he was placed under the sword.?I would rather die now,? he said,.