The memories came back as I awoke and I expected some comment from the girl next to me, but nothing at all!“Did you sleep well” she asks.“Yes”...I said “and you?"“Best nights’ sleep I’ve had in ages. Your bed is lovely and comfortable” she replies.So now my head is reeling. She’s got a boyfriend, who is massive. She likes staying over and in the middle of the night, blowing me off and getting her own rocks off but doesn’t want to admit to it or talk about it. Can I live with this? Of course I. I must have washed up in Paradise. I stand up, my legs buckle, and I strain to stay upright. The pain is almost unbearable as I run shakily into the sea, enjoying the feel of water cooling my legs and swirling around me. I look down at myself, and realise for the first time how ragged my clothes are And how alone I am… I staggered backwards and sat back on the sandy bank, my head spinning. Slowly, i began to remember what happened that night: My mum, younger sister Rebecca, and me boarded the. As the fog cleared from my eyes, I noticed two things. First that the lovely Annabelle was still wrapped firmly in my arms. And two, that it was six-thirty the following morning, and Annabelle was still in my arms. The realization caused me to hold her even tighter as my morning wood presented itself."I never did get that vigorous butt-fucking last night. Do you think that you can help me out this morning?" were Annabelle's first words of the new day.I leaned away long enough to get the. In the case of lodge construction those holes a perfect for staking the cover to the ground ... the unscraped hide makes a ledge of thicker hide that stops tearing.After the fat and meat is gone, the hide is turned over and the hair is removed ... including the follicles ... the little black dots that denote hair side from flesh side.Properly done the hide is thin and translucent. A lodge is light and airy ... not cave dark. The hide is hide, not leather. Leather is tanned.Starting with the.