Iron cleats along the edge of the cart provided a place to tie a load down and to tie a sheepskin covering over it to keep off the rain. I could push ...t, pull it, or even harness it to a horse or large dog.I tried to check my cell phone, just in case, and discovered that it didn’t make the trip. Even my wallet and the original nylon bag of modern clothes I was taking to change into after the tournament were AWOL. Gratefully, the gi I was wearing was homemade. Otherwise, I’d be standing. "I was too numb to talk. I don't really know how I got back to the restaurant. We parked and sat for a minute before she got out."Give me a hug?" It was a really sad voice that asked.I got out and hugged her tightly, tears finally starting. I was too choked up to speak.She finally let go and touched my face."Goodbye Dan. I really wish it was another universe, so I could love your pain away."I watched until her car rounded the curve and took her out of my life....There's a reason it's called. In just a few minutes, I started to feel the burning. It got hotter and hotter! I started to squirm but that didn't do anything but punish my pussy even more. I swear a fire would have burned less. I tried to scream but couldn't. I thought I might pass out. Actually, I wished that I would. Then one of the guys came over and pumped the cock in and out a few times, twisting and turning it in the process. That only served to rub the Ben Gay in even more. They just laughed and said they. There was so much pain in her voice that he felt it best to leave her alone to sort through her feelings. He felt a bastard for breaking this to her in such a crude way, but what other way was there to say something like that? Ron sighed. He had done the right thing. It wasn’t fair to Fern not to tell her, he cursed himself when he heard sobbing coming from behind the closed bedroom door, heart wrenching sobs that spoke of Fern’s pain. * * * * * * * * Take back that sad word good-bye Bring.