Then motioned for the rest to follow suit. They were strung out ahundred meters apart now. And she decided to cut that in half. Theyneeded to be close...enough to support each other if the shit dropped inthe fan.When they finally reached the choppers sitting in the clearing she gother people on them first then as she was stepping up onto the skid ahand shot out and grabbed her wrist hauling her inside."Take us home guys," said her father with a smile on his face. "Warrant,you're two days ahead of. ’ The next batter struck out and we took the field. The next two innings were pretty much the same. They did tighten up their defense but the damage was done and they didn’t get on base. The final score was 6 to 8, the unmarried team was the winner. Joe walked over to me as we moved off the field, he was holding his hand out, palm up. ‘You weren’t joking about ‘smoking’ it.’ ‘Be careful with your hand, it likely will be bruised by morning.’ Our team was excited at the victory and was asking me. My love letter, I placed behind every other letter, bill, and all that jazz sent through snail mail. Most of it was shit.As I stepped through the door of my house, in which I lived alone, that aroma hit me like a wall. It enveloped and teased me, pulled and played with my senses. That damned cologne...and I was quite sure the love letter hidden behind the crapload of junk mail -- its scent wasn't nearly so damn strong.A blank, pale red envelope lay on the blackwood table. A single, elegant. “Dave, can we sit down?” I asked, gesturing inside. He stepped back and let me in.“Sure, but where’s Melissa? Is she okay?”We sat down in his formal living room. From its pristine state, I was sure it got as little regular use as ours. I took a deep breath. “Dave, there’s no easy way to tell you this. Melissa is dead.”“What?” he fired back. “Don’t fuck around, Bill, this is serious.”“I’m sorry, Dave, but it’s true. Her body was found a couple of hours ago.”“That’s not possible! She went to.