She assured me that they were a hundred percent natural. No matter what, I still wanted to see them for myself.After the movers had placed everything ...n the proper rooms for us they left and we had to unpack them all ourselves. Tiffany quickly offered to help us out and then she got three other ladies to join in too. All of the men in the community work and most of their wives too so that was what was left in our community. As I found out some couples even had young children but apparently they. “John, please,” said Victoria.“Please what?” I said.“Is that ... are those... ?” said Selena, pointing to the small funeral urn, really just a small sealed nylon container.“Oh those. Yes, those are my wife’s ashes. Yes, she died soon after you left the last time you were here insulting her, Selena. Maybe two hours after actually. But, your coffees, they’re getting cold,” I said.The two women were stunned. I just sat across from them sipping my coffee.“John, is there anything I, we, can do?”. I drifted off but a little later I heard voices through the door between Mary’s room and mine, sounded like two blokes and Mary. Drifting off again the next I heard was the unmistakable sounds of lust, the creaks of the bed, and the rustle of movement but above all Mary’s gasps. Her cries built and built and seemed to last forever. I found myself imagining what was going on next door. That beautiful body spread-eagled, giving itself to another, or both of them. The feelings Mary was. Linda's installation was a little tricky - although she offered me every assistance - and what would normally have taken fifty minutes actually took almost two hours. I was exhausted and drained as we sipped our post-installation coffee in her kitchen afterwards, and she checked her diary for a suitably vacant time for the return visit.A call like that can set you up for whatever the rest of the day has to offer, or it can leave you feeling down for the next three or four hours. Perhaps it was.