If there's one thing my long life has taught me, its that everyone makes mistakes. Gods, men, Third Folk - they all fuck up, now and then, do the wron... thing for all the right reasons. The only difference is the scale of the consequences...The morning I made my first mistake in years - more years than you can possibly imagine, believe me - I'd gone out to procure some things I needed, a Journey that did not take me far from Home, nor expose me, I thought, overly much to risk. Well, there was. For a long time, before we found our Louisiana and Sanibel Island groups, it looked like women were going to be extremely rare. Emily and I were the only women in our group. We had nine people in the group, then -- seven males and two females. I am past childbearing age, in all likelihood. That meant that, for awhile, Emily was the only woman we had who was likely to be fertile. I know Emily and I, on our way down here from Chicago, discussed that fact quite a lot."I wondered then, and I wonder. His strength is admirable, holding me against the wall for another five minutes as we both refuse to move.When my breath is back to normal, I whisper, “I love you.” He smiles.“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” His response is much more than those three little words. ~~~ Twelve hours later, when the sun has replaced the moon, coherency for ignorance, I am walking down an aisle. Flowers in my hands, a veil on my head. At the end, waiting for me, is Zack, smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen, eyes. "Anybody home?" she called out to her roomie. "I'm in here," came the reply from the bedroom, "come on in, I have something to show you!Laura dropped her brief case on the chair next to the desk and quietly opened the bedroom door. When her eyes adjusted to the dim conditions they almost popped out of her head, because their on the bed totally naked was beautiful Bobbi while standing in the middle of the room was a device that literally took her breath away! "Happy birthday," Bobbi said with a.