In their deep sleep, they do not know what is happening around them. They do not know, that this night their future will be decided. The lake, on the ...ther hand, is unmoved, unchanged. Its waters splash against the shore in little waves, uncaring of what the future might bring. The light of the moon is reflected by the water, as it has been throughout the ages. The lake continues its quiet existence, there might be people diving into its depths or islands rising out of them, those are minor. I got angry n said no. I even used bad words at him. He said, I don’t have any option and at this time there is no one to help me.I was very scared that time. But looking at him staring at me, I got a little wet in my panties. I quietly sat in the back seat, and said let’s go. He got the message. He sped the auto under a bridge. He stopped there and immediately came in the back seat and started squeezing my boobs over my dress. He started pushing his hands in my dress and squeezed my boobs like. Our dads both worked in management at the Erie Railroad repair shops when we were younger.As we grew older, well, I started turning from a boy into a man. I didn’t make any moves on Suzie, then. She was too much of a friend for me to see her as a girl, at least that way. But soon enough, she started turning from a girl into a woman, too. It was natural that we’d fall in love, I guess. It was weird the way it slowly worked in that direction subconsciously, and then exploded to the surface.Still,. The following week there was another short ceremony in the pub garden, when his ashes were sprinkled over what Bert considered to be "hallowed turf" by the vicar. For many years Bert had been the pub's gardener.A little brass plaque of remembrance was put up near Bert's usual stool in the bar and for a long time that stool was never soiled by a local resident's behind. Holidaymakers knew no different though and some of them did get a little confused by the toast of "To Bert" that was often sung.