The entire time that the bow was drying, I had been lifting weights daily to strengthen my arms.I took down the dried sinew and ground it into short, ...luffy fibers with a poor substitute for an ancient mortar and pestle. I used a flattish rock and a smooth baseball-sized rock. I’d already shaved a piece of horn to the right size to glue to the belly (the part facing the archer) of the bow.When the glue on the finished bow finally dried, it took two months of daily practice before I was. "When you're naked Tommy, believe me it won't be your face people are looking at, or your chest either." Behave!" I laughed, but like every other man in the world I was secretly pleased at her flattery. "Ok you win, we'll go tomorrow morning."We did too, I'd kind of hoped that she might have forgotten about it, but there was absolutely no chance of that, she woke me mid morning with a coffee and a view of her gorgeous hairless pussy right next to my eyes."Come on lazy bones," she said with that. "BATH!!" he shouted abruptly.I flinched. My feet turned me and took me up the stairs, where in a daze I ran a bath and stripped my clothes off and lowered myself into the warm water. With no plan in mind, hoping maybe to play for time, I soaped, shaved, soaped again. I heard the crack of his second can of beer opening. I soaped vigorously, my heart pounding with fear and a terrible secret anticipation."BITCH!!" he yelled suddenly.I hurried downstairs, dripping wet, the cold air raising. If the size of the assemblage was any indication, Mary Kozak’s life would span a lot longer than the brief time her body held up.“The songwriter’s pen tells Mary’s story far better than I can,” the young minister said when Liz had ended. “Mary Elizabeth Kozak’s body lived only 27 short years on our planet but her message of hope, of determination, of perseverance, and yes, of love, will resonate far longer. Mary was Joe’s cherished wife; she was Amber’s beloved mother; she was adored by her.