Passed out in a deep, drunken sleep was the only way that he could stopped the nightmares, the constant ringing in his ears, the gunfire, the bombs, a...d the screams. Never able to get to that place, even with all of the alcohol he drank, he didn’t want to feel anything. He had already felt enough. He felt too much. He just wanted to die only, as brave as he was and with all of the lives he had taken, he was unable to take his own life. A Catholic, he feared he’d never go to Heaven if he killed. The wedding was held out of doors. Photographers from two major eastern newspapers and a couple of national magazines took pictures of the whole gala affair. Ma was a nervous wreck and Pa was his usual calm self. Hank appeared pale and nervous. His mother and Ma were both in tears. Mister Cossinger and the governor had a few surreptitious snorts of bonded whiskey.Pa gave the bride away and the governor handed Hank the ring at the right time and Hank slipped it on her finger. The bride was. Jill, Pam, and Cassie had turned their chairs around so that they were now facing me, letting me see that their wet pussies were still a bit irritated looking.Jill seemed to know a lot more about these planes than anyone else here and did something that made her seat slide toward me with only inches between our knees. Another adjustment had the chair recline back. Unlike the cramped seats of "the airline" planes, the cushions on these seats elevated to make it almost like a bed. She did. . she murmured to herself. It was so long since she had seen Harvey crazed with desire, so long since he had even made love to her... She felt a sudden emptiness inside her, a feeling that she recognized as vague desire. It began to gnaw at her, worming its way insidiously into her depths, gaining a foothold in her numb body. He never tries to kiss me there anymore... the thought leapt into her head. It was years since he had tried to persuade her to allow him to put his head down between her.