I ran inside and picked it up.“Hello?”First there were only sobs and crying. “Hello, who is this?” I asked again. I didn’t recognize the num...er.“He is dead, my Juan is dead. Help me, please Kevin.”“Oh fuck, Larissa what happened, where are you?”She sobbed. “At home, he is dead, please come.”I walked into the house ten minutes later and found Larissa on the sofa holding Juan’s naked body in her arms.“Larissa, honey, what happened.”She looked up at me with tears in her red eyes and slowly spoke.. I fucked her! Is that what you wanted to hear? He was angry, but not with me, with himself. He seemed so ashamed. Good he should feel ashamed! I thought. There are no words to accurately convey my emotions at that moment. Betrayed, hurt, devastated, disgusted, foolish, heartbroken&hellip,. None truly delve deep enough to characterize the soul crushing, black hole that was now inside me. I knew it was a mistake&hellip, I wish I could take it back. I felt awful knowing what Id done. She wanted to. " True," I agreed giving it some thought, "and it would be better than what I was thinking of, which was building some log cabins to house us through the winter. Still, I really don't think container barracks are going to be much better than tents. What do you think Emma?"Emma sipped her coffee for a minute and then answered."It's feasible," Emma declared, "so long as our 'benefactors' are willing to provide them. So far, they've taken back every container that they've sent us except for five -. Or woman. I felt that now my foundation collectionwas complete. At least till next week.After Bon Marche I stopped at a sidewalk cafe and had a latte and a flirtwith the young waiter. They seem to like well dresses, well made up olderwomen. Then I decided to walk back to the apartment and maybe even go tothe quasi beach on the Seine. "Paris Plage" was set up each August on theleft bank of the Seine. Thousands of ton of sand and parasols and hot dogstands were trucked onto the edges of the.