It would have been easy to hate, but there was no hatred that day. Hate demands impassioned, violent emotions of anger and accusation. Hate found no r...om in their weary hearts. Angry words hurled against the whites, against the government, against the cold gray skies would be uselessly swept away on the wind, unheard, unheeded, disregarded.The elder couple stood huddled together facing the Chief Joseph grave monument, regarding the carved face recessed in the white marble. Once the marker stood. Could you grab me abrewski?" Matt hollered out to Derek who was in thekitchen."Yeah, sure." came the reply."Whacha watchin'?" Aw, just some thing on a shipwreck. Pretty amazing howthese guys survived for months on this island." You know, that reminds me... Thanks, bud." as he took thecold Budweiser from Derek. "...How'd you all like to go onan expedition this summer?"Scott and Derek looked at Matt with some keen interest, butMatt was disappointed to see his best-friend, Josh,seemingly. His wet clothes were on the floor in a pile, as Ike stood back to take another look at him. Now, all he had was a towel around his shoulders and a raging hard-on. The looks in his eyes could have appealed sympathy from a rock. The boy did not look as if he was old enough to drive, let alone to handle a motorcycle in a rain storm but he was a college student, by his own confession. He was hardly 5'7" tall, which made Ike hulk over him like a 6’ tower. He could not have weighed more than 120- 130. “I think you’re peeping up skirts, well not peeping but videoing ... you know?” he murmured. “You a copper?” “No honestly, I’m not, look here’s my card, I’m a professional photographer, do this sort of thing,” he indicated the market. “And loads of stuff, weddings, schools ... anything really.” I read his card and it seemed pukka, but how to reply.“There’s a French school group out there,” I told him, trying to change the subject. “Yes - got them, in fact they spotted these,” he pointed at the.