She kept thinking of how handsome he was, how dignified, far from the rumors that were often alluded to about him. He had matured and flourished in hi... golden years, a sweet, semi-retired quasi-clergyman who seemed wiser and more spiritual in his own way than most regular men of the cloth.The ashes of Dan, Vicki, Haley, and Michelle were indeed mixed and placed inside a single urn together, per their unorthodox instructions. At last, they were completely mingled, united for eternity under the. But as time passed, a part of me hoped that we would just forgetabout it, but another part was eager to feel all the feminine thingsthat women enjoy, the feel of pantyhose rubbing together when theywalk, panties hugging their buttocks, and their feet in a pair of tighthigh heels.A few months later, a friend of mine called. We had been friends foryears. When we got out of college he and I hard worked together. We hadalways got along very well. In fact there was even a Thanksgiving thathe, I, and. ‘I’m not staying here,’ was my decision. Living in a college town, where I knew no one, and could be caught out as an imposter in Tommy’s body at any moment, had no attraction for me. The easy thing to do was pack a bag and hit the road... ... which I did.I hit the road straight towards the mountains we’d just left, looking for something – anything – to take my mind off of how alone I was. As the van ate up the miles towards Gatlinburg, my mind drifted over the sudden obsession with being far. He was an older man, he looked to be in his late 60s. he saw her and waved and she smiled and waved back. she watched as he struggled with a few boxes and she went over and asked if he needed a hand. he gladly accepted her help and together they carried the boxes into his house. He said, "i'm Jeffrey, thanks for the help". Britney replied, "no problem at all. i'm Britney." Jeffrey offered her a drink and she accepted and they sat and talked for a bit. Jeffrey then came to re-fill Britney's cup.