It reminded me of my position in life as his slave.As I stood there recalling that day and then thinking back to his call an hour ago my eyes began to...fill with tears. What had I done to displease the man I so adored? Thoughts began flooding my mind. What had he heard? What was he going to do? How long did I have to prepare?!? I looked at the clock sitting on the bathroom shelf. SHIT! He called almost an hour and a half ago. I better get busy I thought to myself.I hurriedly began straightening. " That's right, you went camping. Where are the kids?" I told you, camping." Skippy sat down beside her on the couch, bobbing his head in an attempt to keep it within her shaky line of sight."Oh, they're still camping?" There was a giggle in her voice. "So it's you and me alone? You romantic devil, you." Mrs. Keaton fell forward, dropping into Skippy's lap. He pushed her back up."No, Mrs. Keaton, it's me, Skippy, remember?" I remember, Steven," she said. "It's only been -- uhhhh..." she glanced. All was lost when Spirit became scared of being alone. She began to search for her sister Fire, but was stopped as Earth decided to break at Waters path to see if fire was under Water’s path. Spirit fell into the great crack of Earth’s trap and fell into the cold darkness. Fire saw this and quickly ran to try to help her sister Spirit out from the abyss. Wind saw this too, but realized she was to weak to help her sister Spirit out from under the hard ground. She could do nothing but hope for. My hands found the latch of the lower casket lid and I raised it and gazed at the lower half of Pamela's body. Her blue dress ended just at the top of the knees revealing the rest of her long legs down to the high heel shoes. This would be my last chance ever to love Pamela's body; so I wanted to do this right. I sat up the video camera on the tripod looking into the coffin from the feet end and turned it on. I also began to click pictures of her with the 35 mm. Now for the unveiling. Her dress.