. contemplating what I would do when I caught him. Not if ... when.What did affect us was the rise in prices. It became increasingly expensive to live... let alone deal with petrol expenditures. I bought a diesel Ute. It wasn’t as fast but it did take us where we ... read Jim ... wanted to go prospecting.We went regularly. So did a great many others ... much to our dismay. Gold prices soared. What was once thirty five dollars an ounce had risen to two thousand an ounce. There were people camping. She liked sucking cock, and she knew what she was doing. Her fundamental technique was long, slow deep-throats punctuated by tortuous attention with her tongue to the head of my dick. Swirls around it, then nice sucks around the crown. She connected these two practices with sensual bobs up and down, from ball sack to the tip and back and the occasional drag from that small bottle. It was a wonderful blowjob. But I like to push limits and sensed that I could ask for more. So after ten or so. ‘C’mon Jim, it’s time to show you another one of those new fangled contraptions. The TV,’ he told Lewis. They went into the living room and William turned on the television. ‘Jim this is a television, sometimes called a TV. John, my son not my father, used to call it a damn stupid babble box. He didn’t care for it much. But it sometimes has some good entertainment on it and it’s a good way to find out what’s going on in the world and locally.’ The TV came on and Jim almost jumped out of his. We did have to make a change, though. By late Saturday morning, Roscoe was linked up with his family, and by that evening they were all, including Harlan in his casket, in Buckminster, with plans for a Sunday viewing and a Monday funeral. Anna Lee had asked us to attend the funeral and speak for Harlan. At that point I called Josh and informed him of my plans. Now I had to write a eulogy for Harlan on my own and let the Secret Service and the 89th Airlift know what was going to happen. They.