I guess I should thank Amelia for putting the cock cage on me. But I wouldn’t.Jess led the group to an area about two hundred feet from the water. T...ere was a ring of beach rocks that made up a crude fire-pit. There was a stack of lumber on the side of it.The lumber wasn’t luck; Jess and I had staked out the site the day before and planted it there, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to load the cooler and a huge stack of wood into the limo. There was a chance that someone else would have found. The brunch of shit stuffed pancakes with delicious honey butter fried shit logs was simply out of this world.We had Harpers' cocktail. The conversation flowed as if we were one big family. Men were steel hard and us girls were wet and soon we were fucked in all manner possible. Buster and Harry helped grandpa and uncle Tom and once again we were fucked until we passed out.Dinner was even better. I became an ardent fan of aunt Shari's cooking. Shit-meatloaf could not have tasted better. We. Much less medication is required when it is used to control pain. But when pain is allowed to get intense, it takes much more medication to relieve that pain than it does to control pain as it occurs."Looking back at Sandra, Art said, "You pressed the button, so I have the pain medicine in me now. I'll..." The pump gave you a very small dose. Not enough to get in control of your pain yet. I'll monitor your pain meds for the next few hours until we're back on top of the pain. Then I'll let you. I watched her chest slowly rise and fall, as she slept peacefully. Last night was special. Although we hadn’t exchanged any sort of tangible tokens, it was clear that Danielle and I were going to get married. Our conversations over the past months had effortlessly begun to move in that direction, and last night, we agreed that we needed to canvass our family and close friends to try to pick a date. One of the things that I truly loved about Danielle was that we did this as a team—she did not.