The older man said, "Have our container driver get the truck up as close to the front door as possible."The mall maintenance man said, "I'll open the ...ear access door and unless it's bigger than a garbage truck, he can drive it right up to the pool." That's great, do it," the tech said.Soon the big bomb disposal truck was next to the pool. The operator said, "I'll use the crane with the remote control to lift the container into the hold. We can do it from outside using the portable video. "Life goes on. You need to live each day to the fullest, to relish its beauty and uniqueness. No pity parties. No gloomy Guses. Come on, Jack. Get on with your living."Yes, Barbara would say that. She faced more than one loss with grace and serenity I envied. Barbara would be right. It had been seventeen months since she died. It was time to stop grieving and get on with living.Saying it is a lot easier than doing it. I had told myself a hundred times to start anew, but my own advice fell on. We live in a nice home, one with room enough for a growing family. I'm not a college graduate, but I have a good job as a master mechanic. My talents and skills have made us a good living. I work long hours but the money makes it worth it. I've always considered my marriage the high point of my life. I worked hard to provide for my family. I considered it a major undertaking and I took it seriously.What broke my marriage was a small thing. In my case, it was a small blood vessel in my brain. Beat her up, made her do things. He even made her cum." I thought so," said Bob. "When I talked to her at the hospital I knew she was holding something back." I almost didn't find out," said Don. "That little bitch that was with her wanted to approve every question I asked. She said Dillworth told her that was fine! Can you believe that shit?" So, how'd you find out?" asked Bob."The Fetterman woman finally asked the bitch to be quiet. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. She said she just wanted to.