8.27.2007
Taking turns keeping watch as my father recovers at a mountain retreat. It takes me a moment to realize that the clear and red fluid dripping from his hand means he has accidentally sliced his thumb. For a while I play under the covers with a nymphet who won't let me touch her. Then a bearded Arthur and his three grown sons arrive in a jeep and we know something is going to happen.
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