Chapter 21
I hurried toward the equipment shed to get the tractor, but on the way I noticed that the indicator bulb for the incoming hydro was alight. I paused before going any further, then hurried back to the house. Opening the door, I glanced inside at Lisa-Marie and Andy, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Girls, the power is back on, I'm going to try switching it over now. Okay?"
"Wonderful." Andy squealed. "That means I can take a shower in a couple of hours."
"Yeah, and it means the stove will work again, so I can get some of your wonderful cooking." I laughed. "I'll switch it over, but if it goes off again and I'm on the tractor, I won't know about it. You might not want to start baking something like a cake or anything like that."
"Just do it. We can take care of ourselves." Lisa-Marie snorted. "If worst comes to worst, I'll bet we could restart the generator too. Switch it over, then go get Jean and Triple Dub."
"Yes boss." I laughed and closed the door.
I walked over to the power pole, switched the hydro power into the circuit, then shut off the generator. Everything looked okay, so I hurried from there the equipment shed
As the tractor was warming up, I found some heavy rope and a fifty-foot length of light chain. Then after I was on the tractor and heading down the yard, I stopped the tractor, hopped down, went over to the house to check with Lisa-Marie and Andy to be certain that the regular power was still on. I had to duck a flying washcloth and got told to "Get your ass into the seat of that tractor and get Triple Dub out of the snow bank. We told you we're fine, but they need help."
I was laughing and in a good mood as I set out to find the broken down snowmobile, then had to plow my way through two fair sized drifts just to get out of the yard. Once I was out on the road I found that Lisa Marie had been right, the road all the way to the bridge was fairly clear except for one huge drift that must have been close to twenty feet wide and almost three feet high. It started at a clump of willows on the fence line next to our pasture and stretched right across the road, blocking it completely.
As I approached it, I saw that Jean was waiting for me. She'd seen me coming and came to meet me at the drift on her snowmobile to see if I'd brought along a shovel for her and her cousin to use. She took the two shovels and the rope that I'd brought with me, then quickly strapped everything on the machine and drove back to help Triple Dub dig himself out. By the time I'd used the front end loader to scoop my way through the snowdrift and driven the rest of the way to the bridge, they had the machine all ready for me to hook on with the tractor. Since snowmobiles aren't meant to go backward because you could damage the front skis, Triple Dub had me pull the machine forward across the gully. He walked beside it, making sure it was past the bridge before he let the tractor pull it up toward the road.
Once we had it out of the deep snow, we used the rope as a sling then lifted it up with the front end loader. Once it was in the air, we could see that the main drive belt was in bad shape, somehow it had twisted and looked as if it was broken or torn and had partially doubled back on itself. Triple Dub was really upset about it since he wasn't going to be able to fix it easily. On top of that, he'd been wading around in the soft snow for quite a while so he looked wet and quite cold. Altogether, he looked like a really sad traveller with somewhere to go and no way to do it.
Using brute force, we loaded the snowmobile into the front bucket of the tractor, then chained it in place. I suggested that they head for the house on the other machine, but he wanted to ride in the cab of the tractor with me, just in case I had problems. Instead, Jean hurried to the house on her machine, but before she left us, I asked her to have Andy heat some soup and make some sandwiches for lunch. Then she was gone with a wave of her hand.
I had to drive quite slowly so Triple Dub's machine wouldn't bounce too badly as we hit ruts and bumps in the snow and ice-covered road. I tried to talk to him, trying to get to know him a little bit, but he seemed quite taciturn. In only a moment or two I realised that he just didn't seem to want to say anything, so I held back and simply drove the tractor.
When we pulled into the yard, we drove straight to the equipment shed and I slowly lowered the broken machine to the floor, then suggested that we go inside the house to warm up. Triple Dub seemed to think that he'd like to tear into the machine instantly, but I insisted that he needed to warm up first and finally convinced him to come inside with me.
Even before we got to the house, I noticed that two snowmobiles were missing so when we went inside and only Lisa-Marie was there, I wasn't really surprised.
"Where are Jean and Andy gone?" I asked as I hugged Lisa-Marie again.
"Oh, they're off to see Willy. Andy thinks that the snowmobile that Willy wrecked last year is the same make and model as the one Triple Dub has. If it is, he might have the spare parts to get Triple Dub's machine repaired today." Lisa-Marie answered as she snuck in a quick kiss, then slipped away to set some soup plates on the table. "Jean said she'd rather Triple Dub had a machine of his own to ride back to town. She thinks her machine would be too slow with two people on it."
"Umm." Triple Dub grunted, then smiled and nodded.
"Triple Dub, get out of that snow suit and sit down at the table." I told him flatly. "They'll be a few minutes before they get back, so you have time to eat."
"I should start stripping my machine and . . ." He started to answer in a slow manner.
"Oh nonsense." Lisa-Marie snapped. "You've been fighting that machine in that snow bank for almost an hour. I know those suits are warm, but you need something to eat and drink. After the way you and your Mom have treated Jean and me all week, I insist on at least feeding you, if nothing else, dammit!"
He didn't say anything, just shrugged and grinned sheepishly as he started to pull off his outer gear. That's when I realised that he was as thin as any man I'd ever seen. Although he was more than six feet tall, I doubt if he weighed much more than half as much as I did and I knew I wasn't fat. He was the skinniest man that I've ever seen. In the next while I found out that he was one of the quietest as well.
Of course the way Lisa-Marie began to prattle on, neither he nor I had much chance to get a word in edgewise for the next while. She started by telling me about the trip to town with the cop, then went on to fill me in on the fact that Jean's Mom had simply marched out of the house and hopped into the snowplow when it arrived at their farm. After that she was full of praise for the hospital staff as well as for Triple Dub and his mother for their kindness.
Before he and I were done our soup and sandwich, she'd told me about phoning our folks to let them know that the phone line to the farm was down, but that we were okay. Everyone there was fine, but they had been worried, so they were glad she'd called. Then she went on to talk about calling Fran to let her know all the gossip and Fran had asked how she was doing. Lisa-Marie grinned and winked at me at that point, then proceeded to tell me that Fran had anticipated the recent developments in our lives and actually expected to hear something about it quite soon.
I took that to mean what had happened with Andy and me, but since I'd been warned about Triple Dub, I didn't dare say anything.
Then to my surprise, Lisa-Marie explained that she'd even called my school to talk to them about the classes that I was missing. She said that the instructor that she had spoken to had been very understanding and that he'd made some suggestions about my finishing the year as an away student since I was getting so much hands-on farm experience on our own place.
When I asked about that, she said that the college had some form of correspondence courses that the instructor had spoken about. Since I was in my last year and in the last two months of my studies, I didn't think it made much sense, but agreed that I should talk to someone about it. If I could finish the year and still achieve full accreditation while working at home, it certainly made sense to me.
After we were finished our soup and sandwiches and were relaxing with a cup of coffee, she thanked Triple Dub for his help in buying the snowmobile. He'd managed to get us an employee discount on the price and that was on top of the dealership's 'early spring' price because it was so late in the winter. Our brand-new machine had cost about what a year old used one normally would have, but we had a full warranty in effect on ours.
Triple Dub's only response was to wave away her thanks with one hand, then shrug his shoulders and hold up his coffee cup as if that was payment enough. It was while we were smiling at his reticence that we heard the sound of snowmobiles, several of them. Lisa-Marie hopped to her feet and led us to the door.
Outside the chinook arch had arrived and the sky was rapidly clearing overhead, so it grew brighter even while we looked out the door. Not only had Jean and Andy returned, but Willy was there with a snowmobile as well. Ttied onto an oversized toboggan that he was pulling behind his snowmobile was the wreck of a fourth machine.
"Jeez, Willy, what did you do to that thing?" I stared at the wreck that looked like it had run into a wall at high speed.
"That's what happens when a snowmobile goes off of a thirty-foot cliff and hits nose first onto pavement. I was lucky I bailed out and saved myself." He grumbled. " We dragged the whole thing up here in hopes that Triple Dub might be able to find repairs for his machine , since the girls didn't know what parts he might need."
"Just a drive belt, but how much for the whole thing?" Triple Dub asked flatly.
"You don't need to pay me anything, Dub. Call it a returned favour for hauling it away."
"You sure? All I need's a main drive belt, but there's lotsa good parts there."
"Billy, it's junk to him, he'd have to haul it to the dump and Tom isn't going to want it sitting around here either." Jean interjected.
"Okay, but I owe ya." Triple Dub spun on his heel to get his snowmobile suit.
"His rig is in the machine shed. It'd probably be best if they were both up there." I grinned at Willy. "Give me a minute to get some clothes on."
"Auch, stay warm. I'll haul it up there and help Dub change the belt if that all that's wrong. It'll give me a chance to catch up on all the gossip." Will grinned as if he'd made a huge joke, at least Jean and Andy giggled.
"It's probably best." Andy said as soon as Willy and Triple Dub had driven off with the machine still on the toboggan and we went back inside. "Dub isn't too comfortable with strangers. I'm surprised you got him inside and out of his snow gear."
"Tom just told him to take it off and eat something. I backed him up." Lisa-Marie grinned, starting to perk a new pot of coffee. "From the look on Triple Dub's face, you'd have thought Tom had used a horse whip."
"It wasn't fear. Dub had great respect for Silas." Jean smiled. "Tom sounds like him, looks like him and inherited the farm when Silas died. What else would you expect?"
"Well, not what happened." Lisa-Marie grinned. "I don't think he said five words while he was in the house."
"Oh, that. He doesn't talk much anyway. He never has." Jean laughed softly, then sobered. "However, to change the subject, you three may as well know that you're the subject of a whole bunch of rumours. I heard a whole lot while I was in town."
"We rather expected that, but maybe not quite this soon."
"Well, part of that might be because of Silas too." Andy grinned. "There were a lot of wild rumours about him and several of the single women and widows around here."
"What?" I stared at her.
"Oh come on Tom." Andy laughed. "When you start off by knowing that he was involved with Fran and then you add in the fact that he simply ignored anything untrue that was said about him, he was a rumour magnet. He was single and lived alone. He was reticent about himself. He was a really nice guy that women liked. He was a great listener. In other words he was a natural target for the rumour mongers. Anyone who wanted to make him out to be the local Lothario amongst the older set had a perfect setup."
"Idiots!" I growled.
All three of them burst into laughter.
"What was funny about that?" I demanded.
"Well, it was exactly what Uncle Silas would have said." Lisa Marie howled. "I knew it was coming and I was waiting for it."
"Me too." Jean giggled. "But, Tom, face it, you're an even better target for the rumour mongers."
"Oh sure." I snarled.
"Well, you are." She argued. "Heck, you've made it easy on them. You move in here and act like Silas did. Only on top of that, you move two sexy young women into your house."
"Well, I don't intend to change the way I act or the way I live just because some stupid gossip's tongue wags and jaw flaps." Lisa-Marie snapped.
"Besides, if they knew the truth, it wouldn't help and none of us plan on either admitting or denying anything." Andy grinned. "That probably means that the rumours will grow even bigger and more wild as time goes on."
"So, do you have any advice for me about what I should do?" Jean asked.
"Just look at the rumour monger and laugh. I intend to, if I ever have the rumour thrown at me." I grinned. "It drives 'em crazy."
"Jean, it's our business, no one else's." Lisa Marie smiled knowingly. "I intend to look them in the eye and tell them flat out that they can kindly keep their nose out of my business."
"I might just retaliate." Jean grinned, almost viciously. "I've lived here all my life. That's long enough to know rumours about almost everyone, so I can match them, tit for tat."
"The worst thing we could do would to be to get angry and start making denials. If I were you, I'd look the person in the eye, say I didn't know and that I wasn't about to be rude enough to ask my friends about their business."
Jean looked at me and I could see she was getting upset with herself and what we might be thinking of her.
"Jean, you hinted, but you didn't ask." Lisa-Marie grinned. "You're our friend and if anyone has a right to be curious, you do."
"However, to change the subject again, how is your grandmother?" I asked, hinting that we should leave the subject alone.
"Well, Granny has lost a couple of toes, but the upsetting thing is that she seems to have lost her more recent memories too. The doctors think that she may have had a small stroke. They're going to do some more tests today or tomorrow. But, we can't thank you guys enough for all that you did for her."
"Just remember that she did more than we did. I think it's remarkable that she walked that far in a blinding snow storm. She forced herself pretty hard for an older woman."
"Well, thank you anyway." Jean smiled and then to my surprise, she hugged me. "And thank you for not getting angry with me for being rude."
"You weren't rude. You were curious." I grinned and couldn't resist the temptation to pat her on the bottom as I hugged her back.
"Hey, I'm taken." She pulled her head back with a grin. "I'm not available to join your harem, not that it isn't tempting."
"Aww, darn." I grinned at her.
Everyone else grinned too, so I decided that for once I'd managed to do something right.
"Now, I really do need to gas up the generator, just in case the power goes out again, and I should see how the guys are making out with the repair on that snowmobile, I guess."
When I went outside again, the sun was out and the chinook was blowing through, so the temperature was already at the point where the snow would start to melt away. Up until then I hadn't realised how much difference being closer to the mountains would make in the way a chinook felt compared to fifty miles away. Then I got to thinking about the mechanics of how a chinook happened.
It was simple really, just have a change in atmospheric pressure, from low to high because of the influence of the jet stream and plop a lot of mountainous terrain in the way so the warm air in the high pressure zone dumped all of its moisture. I could actually visualize it.
A warm high pressure zone with a sheer front moved in across the Pacific Ocean and hit the mountains. As the resulting wind was forced upward, it cooled and Vancouver got rain. Further inland the high pressure hit even higher mountains and dropped even more of its moisture until the air was dry but still relatively warm. Then it hit even more mountains and so on, until the humidity in the high pressure zone was very low. If the high pressure and the temperature were great enough, it carried right over several mountain chains, then dropped down the eastern slope of the Rockies. As it dropped, the wind warmed again while it lost altitude.On the eastern side of the mountains, that sheer front of high pressure raced out of the west and simply shoved the low pressure clouds in front of it. We got the benefit of a warm dry wind that simply seemed to evaporate the snow as it hit.
When I'd gone outside that morning, I'd glanced at the old Fahrenheit thermometer that Uncle Silas had hung on the north side of the power pole as I'd checked the generator. It had read twenty below zero, now it read thirty-eight above and was still climbing, that was almost a sixty-degree change on the Fahrenheit scale in only a short time. No wonder I felt warm and was in a good mood.
As I paused and looked closely at the fuel gauge of the generator, I saw a note penciled on the tank that it held fifteen gallons of gas. Since the tank was just under half full, I knew ten gallons would fill it and headed for the equipment shed to see how the guys were doing as well as planning to get a five-gallon can of gasoline and a funnel.
Willy and Triple Dub were working like fools, putting the machine back together again.
"All fixed?" I asked loudly as I came in.
"Yep, it was simple as pie." Willy grinned at me. "The maestro has been teaching me how to fix something like this real quick."
Triple Dub just looked at me for an instant, grinned shyly, then went back to work.
"Where do you want us to leave the dead carcass of the wreck?" Willy asked.
I glanced around and pointed to a bare spot on the floor in front of the combine, but between it and the swather. "That ought to do, I think Triple Dub will be able to get back here and haul it away before we need to worry about harvesting any grain."
"Soon as the roads are clear." Triple Dub answered. "Thanks."
"Hey, no problem. You're the guy who deserves the thanks for making sure Lisa-Marie got home safely." I laughed. "Oh, and Willy is the guy who deserves the thanks for the parts. I didn't do anything much."
"You hauled my ass out of the snow and the machine here where it's warm and dry." Triple Dub protested.
"Oh hell, that was nothing." I laughed and waved my hand dismissively as I went in search of a gas can.
By the time I'd refilled the fuel tank on the generator and had checked the oil and everything else, they were starting the machine and running it around the yard, then making a couple of final adjustments. I'd scarcely finished filling the gas tank, then put away the can and the funnel by the time they had finished and were putting away all of the tools they'd used.
Triple Dub was in a rush, he seemed to be worried about the snow melting before he and Jean got back to town. Actually, I hoped they had to hitch a ride for lack of snow and I teased him about it. Willy just laughed at the two of us, but we were all in a great mood when we went to the house to see if Jean would soon be ready to leave.
Inside of half an hour, they were heading out and Willy was headed home too. As I closed the door and came inside, I was met by two grinning faces.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, it's the middle of the afternoon . . ." Lisa-Marie stalked toward me.
". . . we did the morning chores late . . ." Andy carried on as she moved beside her.
". . . so we can start chores a bit later too. . ." Lisa-Marie had a hold on one of my arms.
". . . we're still snowed in . . ." Andy was holding onto the one on the other side.
". . . the phone isn't working . . ." Lisa-Marie encouraged me toward the stairs.
". . . so we should be undisturbed . . ." Andy pushed just as hard.
". . . I haven't had sex in days . . ." Lisa-Marie sounded anxious.
". . . and although I'm tender from last night . . ." Andy seemed more like she was teasing.
". . . she wants blow-job lessons . . ." Lisa-Marie was pushing me to hurry me u the stairs.
". . . and you have the only cock available . . ." Andy was pulling me.
". . . so, we're gonna lead you upstairs . . ." Lisa-Marie hauled hard for the last few upward steps.
". . . and get you into the bedroom . . ." Andy helped her steer me down the hallway.
". . . then we're going strip off your clothes . . ." Lisa-Marie was pushing open the bedroom door.
". . . and we're going to show you . . ." Andy was helping her drag me into the bedroom.
". . . what two horny women . . ." Lisa-Marie was undoing the buttons of my shirt
". . . can do to one sexy man . . ." Andy was helping her to get it off my arms.
"But . . ." I started to protest with a grin.
"Be quiet, you're going to need every ounce of energy you've got," Lisa-Marie laughed.
Then she was kissing me and pushing me back onto the bed as Andy yanked my pants and underwear down my legs and off my feet. I was stripped, laid bare on the bed and was held down by a woman whose tongue and lips were almost raping my mouth. Then Lisa-Marie broke the kiss and rolled to the side. Andy was already nude and took her turn kissing me and holding me down as Lisa-Marie ripped off her clothes.
"Eeew, he's nice and hard already, Lover." Lisa-Marie murmured, then her hands were on my hard cock.
"He's almost always hard around you, Love." Andy laughed softly. "Haven't you noticed?"
"Mmm, you don't do so bad yourself?"
"Do you think he'd stay hard if we took the time for a kiss, just between us?"
"Probably." Lisa-Marie snickered as Andy stood and they slipped into a soul kiss, making sure I could see what their lips and tongues and hands were doing."
"Oh, that's sexy." I commented, getting into the spirit of things.
"Like that? Then watch this!" Lisa-Marie started to kiss other places, Andy's nose, her cheek, her ear lobes, her neck.
She moved slowly downward. Now both of them were fondling each other's breasts. Soon Lisa-Marie was suckling at one of Andy's breasts and her hand was trailing down to tease Andy's sex. Andy was moaning and writhing.
"You'd better stop." Andy whimpered. "If you don't, I'm going to get so hot, I might just jump Tom and leave you frustrated."
"Mmm, I want to see that! No, dammit, not yet, not right now. Later!" Lisa-Marie stood slowly.
I was rock hard and using one hand to slowly stroke myself. Lisa Marie looked at me and licked her lips, slowly, sexily. She turned back to Andy and grinned slyly.
"Why don't you straddle his head and have him lick you, while I ride that nice hard cock? Then we could still kiss and play with each other's titties." She drawled slowly, sexily
As she spoke, she was slowly moving to the bed, kneeling and moving to straddle my lower body. She moved like a predator stalking its prey, ready to pounce. Her hand reached out slowly, deliberately, pushing my hand away, taking possession of my hard shaft. In the background I heard Andy's voice, hardly letting it register.
"No." Andy's voice lazily drifted through the sounds of my hammering pulse as it pounded inside my ears. "This time you and Tom need each other too much."
"Oh, you're a sweetheart." Lisa-Marie glanced at her as Andy sat down on the bed, but out of my reach. "Another time, okay?"
"Yes love." Andy sighed. "Another time. For sure. Now seduce your man."
"Our man." Lisa-Marie corrected, then as her hand lifted the tip of my cock, her eyes met mine. "Aren't you, lover? Our man, willing to share, wanting us both? Hmm?"
"Unh huh." I nodded, mumbling even my short grunt of agreement in the miasma of lust I was feeling.
"It's a little too early, Baby, but I'm so horny, I feel like I do when I'm ovulating." She whispered. "I threw away my pills like we agreed, you know, so maybe I am. Do you mind the risk?"
I managed a lopsided grin and nodded to her, my hands reaching up to take her breasts in a gentle grip and ran my thumbs over her nipples.
"Are you sure?" She teased, rubbing the head of my cock around in her moistness, up and down her tight slit, then resting it against her pulsing clit as she licked her lips again. "You're already dribbling, and there's sperm, even in precome. So there is a chance, just doing this."
"Just do it." I groaned in need.
"Are you sure." She stuffed the glans of my cock into herself just slightly, then lifted away so it was back outside and barely touching her again. "If I put this big cock in my tight little pussy, you might make me pregnant. So should I? What do you think?""Put it in." I groaned softly.
"Oh, but that isn't all." She sighed softly, shifting so I was just teasing open her lips, poised at her entrance again. "Andy isn't going on the pill either. I don't want her to and neither does she. No ugly chemicals in her sweet young body."
"Dammit, quit teasing."
"I want you to fuck her today too." Lisa-Marie rolled her hips slowly back and forth, dragging the glans between her swollen lips. "That means today is a gamble. She might get pregnant. I might get pregnant. We might both get pregnant. You might score a double header tonight? Do you still want it inside me? Do you still want to flood our wombs with your sperm and perhaps make a baby? Maybe two babies? Hmm?"
"Yes." I nodded, then shifted my hands, grabbing her hips and I felt her breath catch as she felt me press her downward.
"He's pushing me down." Lisa-Marie's eyes shifted to look at Andy. "He's forcing me to take him. You're my witness. He said yes and now he's forcing me to do it."
"I see it." Andy crowed. "Do it Tom, shove her down, all the way. Make her take it all. Make her accept your lovely big prick."
"Oh, it's filling me up." Lisa-Marie sighed. "It feels so good, so nice."
"That's good." I mumbled, keeping the pressure moving down, fighting to keep her from lifting and holding her tightly from dropping, forcing her to move slowly, steadily pressing her downward.
"He's teasing me. Making me go slow." Lisa-Marie moaned. "The bastard won't let me do anything. I can't lift. I can't push down. He's controlling me."
"That's just what you need, Lover. You deserve it." Andy chortled. "Making him do things he wasn't sure he was ready for. Making me do things I didn't know I wanted. Teasing both of us to get your way. It's all your fault, you know. You're the reason we three are lovers, so you deserve whatever he does to you."
"Oh fuck, it's there. You're grinding against my cervix. I can feel it." Lisa Marie groaned softly. "I'm all the way down Tom. Now, please. Please, let me move!"
"Not for a minute." I growled. "I haven't been inside your warm pussy for days. I want to enjoy how it feels."
"Oh please, Tom." She whimpered. "Please. I need it."
"If I do, I'm going to come quickly." I warned.
"I don't care. I don't care. I don't care!" She squawked in frustration.
So I released her hips.
She'd hardly started to lift upward when she slammed back down and her body exploded in orgasm. She writhed and squealed, her whole body clamping, clasping, fluttering and flopping as I held her from slipping too far. Her face took on the look of pain twisted with pleasure that I knew was her expression of climax. I gloried in her feelings, relished the way she felt around my hard shaft, savoured the fact that she was coming and that somehow, I'd had something to do with it. In some way, I held on. In some manner, I did the impossible and withstood the onslaught of delightful sensations. For some reason, I was able to resist coming along with her.
Her body slowed, calmed, and her eyes opened to stare into mine. Her face glowed and she smiled. She paused for long seconds, unmoving.
"Now, my turn." She announced, calmly.
She began to lift . . . paused . . . then her eyes widened and once more she went wild. She slammed herself back downward, so hard that my breath rushed out of my body in a gust. Then her body flopped forward and she was slamming herself back and forth, back and forth, sliding to and fro against my belly, again out of control. An orgasm took her and she ground back against me for a few seconds. Then she shifted. Her motions began again. She screamed, slammed back, ground her pelvis in a circle against my lifting hips, lifted her chest on her hands and ground her pelvis against mine, her breasts flopping and arcing as she fought her way through another spasm of clasping clamping glory.
This time I didn't resist, couldn't resist. I heaved against her. I ground myself into her pressure, forced my pelvis up and into her welcoming embrace. I felt the rush of semen, felt the ecstasy of release, the joy of orgasm. I flooded her inner gates and knew the exaltation of filling a willing woman with life-giving sperm. I gloried in the idea that for the very first time I was really trying to get a woman pregnant, trying to give her a baby.
"Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!" I heard a voice repeat over and over, coming from somewhere at my side, knew that it was Andy, and realised that she was celebrating the joy and release that Lisa-Marie and I felt.
I flopped back. I relaxed. I rested. And then, I dozed.