She was placing it on the table while I went right behind her and when she stood up I round my one on her chest and with other hand I picket her boob....What the hell she cried. Are you crazy, get off of me but it was the last chance I thing so I pushed her to the sofa and increase the volume of TV there was song playing tu yo. Well I press her down on the sofa and get over her. She tried to get off too much but in vain. I start take up her shirt so I can see her naked body I move up her shirt to. Starters came and went. One bottle of wine finished, another replaced it. Main courses followed. The conversation didn’t stop for a moment. Time stood still even though the clock said 8 and then 9PM. I was falling all over again. “I remember how you always made me eat ice cream whenever we went out for dinner.” “Did I? Really?” I replied. “Yes. And it was always vanilla. With cream if they had it. Don’t you remember feeding it to me and somehow always dribbling it down my chin?” “The. We’re just ‘borrowing’ the bags and crates they’re in now.”He thought on that for a minute.“I have all the boxes you could need in my U-Haul rental office. How much does the stuff in the crates you mentioned weigh?”I chuckled, “A lot! Like a total of 4000 pounds’ total between 6 wooden crates.”“CHRIST! What do you have in there, lead? Is it big pieces or smaller pieces? Your dad told me not to ask, but, I need some idea. I have about 20 steel, like, ammo-boxes, would that work?”“Yeah, that. The old man's breath rattled one more time in his chest as he drew a deep breath. He face relaxed. His bleary eyes cleared as he looked at Sean and he smiled before whispering, "Thank you," and died as the breath left his body.Martha and Sheila backed up from the bed as the alarms started going off when the machines failed to receive the next heartbeat. Sean was softly cooing, and waving his arms as if he was telling the old man goodbye. They were silent when they finally left the ward. By some.