There were too many mouths to feed. They were all going to starve if the coming winter proved to be a bad one. If they didn't starve, then they would ...ave to kick some people out into the cold ... He rubbed his forehead in anguish.First there was the obvious issue with what had happened to Derek. No one as of yet had said much on the subject. Then there was the ultimate issue at hand as to what had happened to Sean and Derek's mother and their family farm. Clearly something had happened to her. Ever since we were kids, he had delighted in chasing me down and tickling me. I loved it just as much. One of us would get the tickle fight started, and then we would be wrestling and tickling each other. I would inevitably break free and the race would be on. I was always a slender, long legged girl, and I could run. In fact, I ran track and cross country in school and had many medals and several championship titles. So, the pursuit was usually spirited, and I got away as often as not.One. Burst up into her. Pump after pump.“My god, Christ!” I groaned at the moon.“I have him. I have what I want. But I will not just leave him. He deserves better than that.”She lay on me, her breasts pushed onto my chin, her hands pulling my head to her. Her hair falling over my arms and face. And suddenly my tiredness flooded back.The morning light awoke me. My limbs felt stiff and the coolness was close to unpleasant. The first rays of the sun were glancing on the pool. Little sprites of mist. I figured he's thirty, give or take, but who the hell can judge black folks? So, I sneaked some ice and put it in a towel and sat with it on my head for ten minutes. I watched as he continued his efforts and soon began to feel guilty about not keeping up. I resumed my place in the endless line of trekkers moving stuff from the truck to the tables exactly like the ants did it. I wished to hell I was thirty again.After another hour, we had emptied the trailer and smelled the diesel smoke for.