My thoughts were currently on my internet friend/lover Sarah.I'd met Sarah some months previously in an online chatroom. We'd hit it off very well and...become cyber lovers. I know, many of you think that's stupid, icky, gross. I have found it to be stimulating. It titillates my biggest sex organ, the soft round one which is located between my earsWe'd explored many scenarios and she'd learned what floated my boat. I also had learned hers, knew it was a fantasy about having sex in public,. A younger Meiersdot­tir might have browbeaten them into an efficient, task-oriented operation; a 106-year-old one found the job beyond her strength and endurance. Age meant far less than it had in earlier times, with people now commonly living to 110, 120, often longer, but it still heralded diminished strength and diminished energy, and both were needed in abundance.Those initially brought in to help Meiersdottir, including her own children—Meier, who still viewed Eden with the reverence due a. "Is that it??" I then bring out some leather cuffs and attach them to each wrist. I reach in and pull out a moving pad, (these pads are like cushy blankets). from the back onto the gate. "Sit on the tailgate." She jumps up on it. I grab her foot and attach a cuff to each ankle.Raven jumps down off the tailgate. I bend her over the tailgate and attach the wrist cuffs to the hooks just inside the truck bed. I reach into the back of the truck. Her eyes are following my hands. I grab an extend able. She said not t' worry, though. She figur'd she must a' done sumpthin' t' goad me on, so she'd take most a' the blame 'pon herself when we come t' our Maker. She went on an on, like she'd rehersed it all day. I was given her solemn promise that 'fore I was dead a minute, she'd put the gun t' herself. Seemed only right, she said, seein' as she'd prob'ly brought me to it somehow. (Mama didn't rightly know how she'd done this, but it only stood t' reason--why else would sech a good boy as m'self.