I don’t care how good the spark arrester is on the Echo ... accidents happen.One more trip back to the truck ... my Smith Indian backpack firepump. ...airy bought us two for the Jeep and two for the Dodge. They never left the vehicles ... we never used the water for ANY REASON except a fire ... or so Hairy said.“The house has extinguishers ... we don’t need these,” he said.I carted that pump whenever we had a fire in the tipi ... and never used it.More than once our camp was inspected by Forest. I also cried as I read Jeremy's obituary. He was my one true love and I shall never love another as I did him. Finding some humorous accounts of my family's chronicles, I was able to cheer myself up and I even giggled a little. I took the time to trace the history of all of my children, to the extent possible from the microfilm records. It made me sad to think that they had all passed away long ago. My first child, Jeremy, Jr. had been born 112 years ago. I knew that some of my grandchildren. I told him what I'd seen and wondered if he could help me get a full report from her machine because my computer skills stopped at basic user level. Jim asked me to give him a week since it was a large image file.Four days later Jim asked me to visit him. I learned my wife wasn't a slut. She was a highly paid whore and hid most of her income from me. Jim said there was so much data about her activities for the last sixteen years I needed to have a forensic accountant review it. He also. Divorced and only 23 years old, but her sparkling eyes, sexy smile and open attitude opened the doors for her. What I learned from day one, was that she had a great sexual appetite - and my door was open for her! To get the full picture it is recommended to read the following stories first;How we met - She got the magic juice (Part 1)The next day - She got it again in a boat (Part 2)She called me - Got it in her own bed (Part 3)My birthday - She got it in my car (Part 4)One weekend in the fall.