But my freak-out was as nothing compared to Jill, who sobbed. I ended up holding her AND Lynne, who was also crying. We had a group hug for a good hal... hour. Then I disengaged myself and went about getting a grave dug. We had a little impromptu memorial service, where the women remembered things he'd done and talked about it and cried some more, but those were slightly happier tears. He'd been a good dog.I lost it when I covered him up with dirt, and then it was the women holding me.By this. Oh my gawd, how the hell was I going to do that?”With food inside my stomach, my body stated to tell me that I needed to get rid of some waste. I spent a good half hour putting it off and worrying about the embarrassment because there was no way that I was going to the toilet, and even if I got there my hands were useless. I tried to joke about it to myself thinking that at least I wouldn’t have to wash my hands.I couldn’t put it off any longer and when a nurse walked by I told her that I. “It’s my fault,” Pepper said.He went into the storage room and rummaged around there for a minute before finding a box of lights. He wrestled the ladder out of the room and carried it into the main store. He set it up, then went back for the light bulbs. Climbing the ladder, he thought about all of the jokes about how many people it took to change a light bulb. Those jokes weren’t so funny now. He had no idea how to change the fluorescent light bulbs.It took him ten minutes to figure out how to. As a boy, I’d seen the way my mother had been treated by the regular johns she’d taken home ... and the way she even enjoyed and desired their abuse. Now, many years later, the chances definitely were strong that this chippie wanted to be treated the same sort of way, firmly, but perhaps a bit less violently.The time seemed appropriate for a little bit of bravado, I decided. “I don’t have the time right now to teach a slut like you how to properly take it hard in every nasty tight hole that you.