.. I was a bit heavy…” I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been very upset too – partly because of the implication I was irresponsible, but also ...ecause I hated falling out with my brother. “It’s ok Mike. I was nasty too. I know you meant well but… but I’m just not a little girl now.” I paused as we walked. “But it’s sweet of you to be so protective”. “You promise you’ll be careful?” He asked sincerely. “I promise. He was just so… nice to me…” I took his hand and squeezed it. We walked hand in. . it was guttural and coarse.He grabbed the lodgepole pine splinter sticking up and twisted.“OW fucking OW!”“Hold him,” he said to the unknown hand.Darkness.The splinter wasn’t a splinter ... it was the three foot end of one of my tipi poles ... and it had transfixed my leg. I am supposing he pushed it through ... supposing ... because it was no longer sticking out of my thigh. The darkness lifted ... I could see again.“Why didn’t he pull the branch out while I was out?”The voice attached to. We approach the food court and I whisper, "What do you feel like, Jenny?" A fish out of water," you reply and we stifle our laughter."No, what are you having?" I ask."An out of body experience," you quip. Our laughter becomes uncontrollable and we burst out in mirth."Careful, we'll blow our cover," I warn."I can think of something I'd rather blow," you come back with. I have to stop and cover my face to keep from roaring with laughter."Enough! This is serious!" I manage to get out, but we are. On the third evening, my sexy hot wife was wearing a new black short sexy dress she had purchased that same afternoon.Before leaving the room for going to dinner, Ana asked me if I thought she should wear a tiny thong under that sexy dress.She looked very hoy dressed like this and I told her she did not need to put on any underwear… She looked really very fuckable…After we had dinner, we sat down on a sofa at the back of the bar.We ordered drinks and were chatting away when some young guy came.