We don't deserve all this attention." Hate to disagree with you mate, we think you both are worth it. If we didn't we wouldn't be doing this for you.".....Finally the day arrived and again we were blessed with fine weather. The Marquee was set up and the 'closed for business' sign was posted at the gate. The ladies had eventually decided on a menu so Dom and I worked through the night to provide the goodies. It was decided to have a cold collation, Dom's parents had procured a selection of hams. The only thing that would end up being punished would be his wallet, and dessert would be worth it.Frank Sheridan still worked, though he was in semi-retirement status. He had started out as a carpenter and cabinetmaker, and he and Karen had moved to Binghamton in the early Sixties to start a furniture and cabinet refinishing and repair business. They had worked hard, and the business had prospered, and now the payoff was coming in. Although Terri, their daughter, and her husband had no. ” With extremely nervous fingers I tried to undo the silver clasp, but I kept fumbling. Pim giggled and jokingly said, “Rob, you obviously need some more practice with girls.” Finally, I was able to get the clasp undone after some fumbling which was very embarrassing. As I rubbed the lotion all over her back Pim closed her eyes and said, “Hmmm this feels so nice. It’s very important you don’t get a burn you know. Skin cancer.” When I got to the bottom of Pim’s back she arched her bum further. ‘MASTER, PLEASE…’ Nicholas’ cry echoed around the rocky promontory that he now found himself kneeling upon. Not for the first time, his knees and elbows flared with white-hot pain as they were pulled across the rough stone of the cliff toward its edge. The gray sky roiled with clouds releasing icy rain that soaked through cloth and skin and bone, wrapping him in a shroud of clammy cloying pain. From below the edge of the cliff a rumbling akin to thunder began. It cascaded up and over the cliff,.