I trusted him with my heart and soul and would have given him anything and everything he asked for. Though we had spent tons of time together, alone a...d around others, we had never done anything like this trip. Somehow Raphael had convinced my parents to let us go to his family’s mountain cabin for the weekend. That in it of itself was a feat. My parents were extremely protective and I thought they would have never agreed to me spending a night, let alone a weekend, in a house alone with a man.. Heather knelt on the floor next to Lauren, her feet underneath her, while Peter sat in an armchair across from the family he was joining.“What’s up, Mommy?” asked Holly.Lauren smiled down at her daughter. “Well, you know how I’ve been seeing Peter for quite a while now. Well, Peter and I are going to get married and he’s coming to live with us.”Jimmy looked over at Peter, not in full comprehension, then looked back at his mother. Holly, always in a bright mood, simply asked, “But where’s Peter. Well, maybe take taboo turns? ... Tongues licking each other in a very naughty place? I figure I lose the option soon...”“You mean with the goggles coming off?”“Yes. You are going to want leave me before that happens so I don’t see anything I shouldn’t see. I understand. Really. So I figure a solid butt licking is a good choice for what may be a last choice. Okay?”“That sounds very nice. I might even stick it in as long as you don’t expect the usual finish,” I said.“Yeah, about that ... I. ‘Where is it? I swear this was the right corner.’ Staring at the street signs, Luke rubbed his chin, ‘Fifth and Main…this is definitely it. It was right over…’ His words died as they both spotted a plaque on the side of the old, empty building. Camryn approached it hesitantly and read, ‘In memory of The Rusty Bucket—local pub and hotel. On February 14th, 1956 a fire claimed the lives of two newlyweds and the Bucket’s beloved bartender Jim Helmen. Some locals believe that on certain nights the.