It had been three years since the search for the last body of the plane crash had been finalised and filed as lost at sea, but this was the first time...Dan had attended his own memorial service.Standing up, smoothing the creases from his trousers, he listens intently. The sound of the wind blew softly through the trees, as though to caress and calm each fragile leaf. Closing his eyes, the deathly silence, broken only by the loving chorus of birdsong, calmed him. Wiping his now sodden cheeks, he. “What’re you guys doing here at this hour?” he asked.“Same thing you are, evidently,” Mac replied, looking at the sword belts Jake and Béla were wearing. “Lisa wanted to work off some excess energy, so I thought I’d bring her here. We usually go to The Maze after she’s been on a hairy mission.”“That’s what Béla wanted to do,” Jake said, grinning. Then he got an idea. “Here,” he said to Lisa, grinning and taking off his sword belt. “You two girls have at it. We’ll watch!” He handed the sword. She turned her head frantically, seeking out my mouth, and we kissed, hers desperate and longing, mine patient and controlled. "Agunna, Agunna, please," she whispered frantically against my mouth. My fingers slid out of her quickly, and a gasping sob escaped our kiss. No longer controlling her hand, I captured her wet bud between my fingers, gently squeezing, stroking, massaging the sensitive nerves. Her own fingers plunged back inside her, desperate to reach that peak that was just out of. Here I was starting Junior High school in the 9th grade. That was when 7th, 8th, and 9th was the Junior high, or as you call it Middle School these days. I came from private schooling. Grade school was Kindergarten thru 8th grade. High school was 9th grade to 12th grade. After I flunked the harsh classes on my 9th grade in the private school, I had to take 9th grade over again. That is when my parents put me in the public school. I met Dottie when she was a girlfriend of buddy of mine. .