He said, “I am sort of cutting rocks as I go to build the dam higher. If I am lucky I can find a rock that doesn’t need cutting or that only needs...minor cutting to fit. After I find or cut the proper rock I lay a good bed of mortar and place the rock properly. If you really want to help you can keep me in mortar and look for rocks you think will fit in the next spot along the dam.”Larry laughed and continued, “Well, as you can see, I’m not really building a dam but rather I am repairing the one. Once they were a ways off, Tanya sighed roughly mumbling something about jocks. She gathered her things and headed back to the room for a nap. Tanya woke up with a jolt, staring at her clock. It read 11:30. That cant be right she checked her phone and had a text. It was from Trish. (**I had to go back home to G.A.. Sorry my papa died.**) What? She couldnt be reading that right, Trishs grandfather died when they were in elementary school. Something was very wrong. Deciding against calling to. The laundry was dry before we were ready to leave, and Carry and I took it upstairs and put everything away.It was noon by the time we were ready. Mom had made sandwiches and coffee for us to take with us, and we loaded it along with our other things into the trucks which had covers over the beds to protect what we loaded in there from the weather.Everyone was out on the porch in coats and hats to see us off, and we got hugged and kissed, or our hands shaken in the case of the guys, by. She said that regrettably her husband had absolutely no interest in her feet. As she could tell from the bulge in my pants, I had more than a passing interest in her nylon clad feet. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were next to each other on the couch. She asked for a foot rub and told me that if I did a good job she would ease the bulge in my pants with her feet. I spent twenty minutes massaging her feet with my hands and tongue. Her feet were very soft as well as tasty. She then.