Now Merry won't say nothing, just sits there."I felt the fifteen-year-old's forehead and brushed her fine hair from her face. "She'll be all right," I...assured her sister not at all sure myself. I found a flat rock and some sticks and we scraped out a decent grave, rolled the small child in very gently and then covered her body with dirt and stones. Nell, still silent, made a cross out of twigs and stuck it in the raw dirt.I got them both up on my horse and took the reins. We headed back to. It was only after I stepped from the shower that I noticed that the placement of the mirror was the perfect angle between the bed and the bathroom. Beka snickered as I entered the room with just a towel around my waist."Howard, Do you mind if I freshen up a bit myself. It's been a long day picking up assholes. Present company excluded of course," she giggled.I laughed, and stepped to the side, pointing towards the bathroom.She brushed by me close enough for her breasts to make contact with. What about a car?". All Lois could do was leave. She knew there was no reasoning at all with him when he was this drunk. "We'll talk about this when I get home Peter!", and with that she walked out, slamming the door as she left."Uh, that god that old harpy is gone" He said with a sigh of relief. He went over and sat down on the sofa. Stewie was still sitting there, awakened by all the vile womans screaming. He turned and looked at the fat man sitting next to him, completely naked. "For heavens. More air than any thing could possibly need. A trachea battered and shocked with the harsh, viscous reality of the body’s duties. Breathing was a violation on par with a knife wound. How dare my body receive this? A wave of hideous nausea, then. Frame shaking, breath-stopping (oh thank you) blackout nausea, the kind a parent experiences seeing their child snatched away by random circumstance. And oh now he hated the word tactile. Hate. Hated it. Found that word and held on, hating and seeing.