Alone in the Morning, Friends in by Noon

 

D at Fossick's Maple


Laying down
Thursday July 22nd, 2021

Headed up to the maple and ran into Carl Fossek. Reintroduced myself as the sawmill operator who long ago had shaped the logs for his house in the woods above the golden fields. 30 years ago, so I needed to connect soon since I was using his tree, his road, his land and wanted to continue. Charlie and Sarah came and we ate, and talked and walked, you know. D has a special desire for Sarah as she massages him while he wiggles and writhes in her lap; it goes on for minutes on end then there is a pause of indeterminate length and then another rub rub wiggle wiggle. There is also some face lickage. Later S was torpedoed by a soda stream bottle she was recharging. Initially I thought she needed to get immediate medical care but after a few minutes she got her breath and didn't think her liver was damaged nor did she feel there was internal bleeding, so we all laughed it off and changed the subject.  Soon all five went to rest, D first.







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