I looked at Edith, whose expression suggested she wanted it as much as me.People were getting up, and I suggested we join them at the bar. I wanted to...get the two of them up to my room without anyone noticing our absence. There was one problem. “Edith, do you think you could stand in front of me while I get up?”She gave me a sly look. “Why’s that Jeff?”I whispered in her ear. “I’ll show you why in five minutes.” I gave her a peck on the nape and she sighed. Edith stood up, shielding my tenting. But she did. Before anyone knew what was happening, she dashed into the burning truck and started hauling out pieces. She actually got three chairs out of the van before the fire and smoke overcame her and she burned up along with her precious furniture. The two drivers of the van and all the passers-by were helpless to save her.The funeral was three days ago. After the funeral, I just flushed her symbolic remains down the toilet. I felt that was symbolic, too.I was back out in the garage, my. Corporal Sue advised him to withdraw to higher ground so they could get a better idea of who they were fighting. He took Sue and the remaining two bikers to a nice sheltered area inside the tree-line that gave him a good line of sight to the river and the routes heading in and out of the State Park. The two bikers wanted to fool around with Corporal Sue while they were studying on how to handle the survivors. It didn't make no mind to Deshawn except he was smart enough to know he needed her. In any case, my purpose for this aside is to inform you that, on that first trip through the forest, Nigel was instructed on lying on his back while Her Ladyship rode him, as if he was a hobby horse or some such thing. Her ride was both lengthy and energetic, which would have been enough to get any man's issue to leave his balls and enter her body. But she teased him the entire time. Rather, I should say she terrorized him with her words, at least until he began to understand that her words.