“Just an unnamed druggist.”“That’s a nice way to put it,” she said.“He seemed to be a nice enough young man,” I replied. “Enough chin ...agging let’s go.”“I see you’ve been watching those foreign Movies again,” she suggested, “Guilty as charged. You do know I stopped drinking coffee this early in the morning,” I said.“Just pour it out,” she suggested.“Never going to happen,” I admitted.“Good,” she replied as she walked away.When the walk was over I took a shower, then dress for the day. When we. I’ll say it after Simone performs.” Simone sashayed onto the stage. The DJ looked my way. I nodded. Her set was three songs. The first song was a hip-hop song that she confidently danced, twerking and all. The second song transitioned to an R&B song. She started to be more seductive and dance sexily. She dropped her bra at the beginning of that song, showing her bustiness. It then switched smoothly to another faster-paced hip-hop song. This was the third and final phase of Simone’s sensuality.. For some reason, we had never transferred Dawn's backpack to her tent. The only items that she had really lost were her tent, several pieces of clothing, and her sleeping bag. They were buried under the tree and would have to stay there until the Forest Service was able to come in and clean up the site.We proceeded to start the task of cleaning up what we could. Many trees had fallen down during the storm. The only huge one had struck Dawn's tent. The other trees were smaller and could be moved. Great friends. Friends who can talk about anything, who share everything. Friends who cannot wait for the next email or text, who smile in a goofy way when one arrives. Through ups and downs, joys and disappointments, we were friends. And we loved each other. Sure, there were reasons never to have reached that unlikely result. I was old enough to be her father. We were married, although to other people. However, we were also a lot alike, subject to the same weaknesses, dealing with the same.