Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are just about impossible to understand, much less please. In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are. It can be scary, too, when women freak out about what appear to be benign issues. And men who do their best to be respectful, female-positive humans, I salute you, I do.
But please, please just fuck me already. Honestly, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I like that you want to take things slow. I can totally get behind the idea of emotional connection, but dearjesusinheaven, FUCK ME. We’ve done dinner and drinks. We’ve gone dancing. We’ve cuddled and watched a movie. I’m wearing a low cut shirt and you’ve been staring at my breasts all night. Goodgodalmighty, get to it and fuck me.
When we get hot and heavy, please take charge. Please, please fuck me. Trust me, I’m not going to just lie still - I’ll get involved. But don’t make me force your hand into my panties. That makes me feel like a rapist. We’ve been kissing for a half hour and your hand keeps grazing my ass. That’s nice, but it’s time to move forward. Get on top of me. Don’t make me get on top right out of the gate and start bobbing up and down on your cock like I’m practicing some crazy new aerobic yoga because YOU won’t go down on me. Roll on top and start dry humping like a good boy should. Don’t gently suck my nipples and then pull back when I moan with pleasure. You being coy is totally not what I want. It’s not what WE want.
OK, I know it’s scary. There are lots of women out there who make fucking really difficult. So, I have compiled some handy tips. Don’t think of this as complaining, or as schadenfreude for the Andrea Dworkins of the world. Just some simple tips, for timid men who have forgotten what it means to fuck like men:
1. Taking charge is not bad. Oh, there will be some women who feel that you are pushy. If you are making out with a woman, and she starts to push back, ask nicely if things are moving too fast. If she says yes, say something like “I’m sorry - you just look so fucking delicious. I’ll go slower.” Otherwise, skillfully move forward. If you start kissing a woman, and she responds well, and before long, you’re both on the floor with her skirt pushed up, and you on top of her, it’s not the time to roll onto your back and start awkwardly stroking the top of her head. Seriously, grow a goddamn pair. YOU’RE the man. Act like one.
2. Ohmyfuckinggod, please learn to respect the clit. It’s different for every woman, so ask what she likes. Do not, I repeat, do not just wiggle your fingers around her pussy like you’re trying to tickle her. Do not drum your fingertips against her vulva like you are impatiently waiting at the Sears Tire Center for your receipt. Do not push the clit like it is a doorbell at some house that you need to get inside of. Start by using all four fingers with firm yet gentle pressure against the outside of her pussy. Do not charge in with a single finger and start jabbing at things. And if you really don’t know what to do, ask her. Just ask. “How do you like it?”. It’s a simple question, and most women will answer straight out. If she’s being all coy, ask “Do you like pressure? Is it sensitive?” The clitoris is a varied item, indeed. Treat each one as though you have never encountered one before. Forget everything that your last partner liked.
3. Most women like to be fucked, and fucked well. Yes, there are women out there who want to “make love” every time - sweet, gentle, rocking love with lots of eye contact and loving kisses. Those women are not the majority. The majority like to be pounded. The majority like to have their hair pulled. The majority like a good, solid jackhammering. When a woman is bucking wildly against you, it’s not because she wants you to pull back and slowly swirl your cock around her vagina like you’re mixing a cake batter up there. It’s because she wants you to ahold down her arms, or grab her hips, or push her legs above her head, and fuck her harder. Don’t be too afraid of what this means as far as gender equality goes - I am a raging feminist bitch, but I still want to be penetrated like you are planning on fucking my throat from the inside out.
4. A little roughness is nice. Do not pretend that you had no idea that some women like their hair pulled. Do not act shocked if she wants you to spank her (”Really? Spanking? Won’t it hurt?” - yes, it does. That’s the fucking point). We know you’ve read Stuff and Maxim, and that’s all those laddie mags talk about in their “How to Please Her” sections. Start with light, full handed smacks to the area of her ass that she sits on. Judge her response and continue on from there. You don’t have to bend her over one knee and tell her she’s a naughty girl and that Daddy’s going to punish her; save that for the fifth date. Women are less delicate than you think, so don’t worry about breaking her hip.
5. It’s OK for you to make noise. Otherwise, we feel like we are fucking a ninja. Unless you actually are a ninja, and have sneaked into our rooms with vibrating nanuchaku and zippered black pajamas, please, please make some noise. If you’re banging a woman, and she’s crying out and saying your name and moaning, and you can’t even manage a grunt, she’s going to feel like an idiot. You don’t have to make the sounds she is making, but do SOMETHING. You know how when you are watching porn, and the girl does something great to the guy and the guy kind of goes “Ah!”, half grunt, half yell? That’s HOT. Do that. Whisper our name (assuming you know it) gruffly. Groan against her neck when you’re in missionary position. You don’t have to grunt like a mountain gorilla, but if you are totally mute, she’s going to get worried.
6. Most women like dirty talk, in addition to the grunting. If you’d like to get some dirty talk going, ask her if she likes the way you fuck her. If she responds well, continue with something like, “I love fucking you. God, you look so fucking hot.” Is she still moaning in response? “Your tits are so beautiful.” Does that work? If she doesn’t respond well to the term “tits”, you might have to stop there. If she keep moaning or responding, pass Go and collect $200. Try the following:
“Oh, god. Your pussy is SO tight.”
“You’re so wet - are you wet because you like the feel of my cock ramming you?”
“I think I’m going to come inside you. I’m going to fill up your little cunt.” It doesn’t matter that you’re wearing a condom; we LOVE hearing this.If all of those work, you can then progress to things like “sexy little bitch” and “dirty whore”. Tread carefully, but please, tread. Do not tiptoe. Do not sit down. Charge.
6. You’re not obligated to eat a woman out. In return, she’s not obligated to choke on your dick. Don’t skip one and expect the other. If you do eat a woman out, the only comment you should make about her pussy is how nice it is. The length of her labia minora, the color of her interior, her waxing job or full bush - you are not John Madden. No time for color commentary.
7. Do not bitch about condoms. Oh, we hate them. Trust us. They hurt us more than they hurt you. But we don’t want to be preggers, and you don’t want to catch anything, right? Don’t whine about condom sex. Do not explain that you can’t come with one on. LEARN to come with one on, or if not, help us figure out what to do with you once we’re satisfied and it’s time for you to let loose your load.
8. We really like it when you come. It’s called a money shot for a reason. Watching semen shoot out of you is one of the most gratifying things EVER. However, do not assume that she wants you to jack it off onto her face. She might, but don’t assume. Seeing and/or feeling you come is rewarding for us, so there’s no need to deprive us of it, but please do consult us before unleashing. “I think I’m going to come - how do you like it?” is a fair question that shouldn’t rob you of your testicles.
In recent memory, I’ve been fucked by a very aggressive, manly guy, and I’ve been… well, fucked is the wrong term here. I’ve been penetrated by a total and utter wuss. Who am I going to run back to when I’m ready for my fill? Manly McHardon, that’s who.
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*New point of clarification - some people have brought up some really great issues in response to this post, so let me say this: I don’t mean to imply that all women like to be treated like whores. I do mean to say that most women I know have told me that they like sex rougher than most men give it to them. Rough does NOT equal chains and bondage. And this applies to the bedroom only, and does not mean that she wants you to choose her dinner for her, or treat her like less of a person. **Some women have said that they don’t like it rough and what the hell am I thinking? Well, girls, you’re in the minority. HOWEVER, all women need to remember that, in addition to be straight forward about your sexual desires, you need to be straight forward about your sexual limits. Don’t be afraid to ask for more, but when something feels wrong, say so. Don’t ever do something you don’t want to do in silence and then blame the guy. Silence is dangerous.
1.) Gents. If you’re early for an appointment, DO NOT wait in the parking lot, across the street, whatever… Drive to get a Coca Cola or some coffee. You’re bringing attention to yourself; if you think no one’s watching, Think again.
2.) Ladies. When and if you reserve an in call, pay attention the area it is in. Also know the layout. When your gentleman caller contacts you for the number let him know how to get to your area/floor. Don’t be having him wandering around.
:example: “Hello Francois. When you enter the front door, head through the foyer and turn right by the desk. Take the elevator up to the 12th floor and head left to room 1215.”
3.) Gents. Yes, you know we like you clean. Let’s define, “clean.” If you’ve had to ’sit down’ to relieve yourself ANYTIME before an appointment, you are no longer clean to (most of) us. Let’s flip the switch, if she has had to ’sit down’ for longer than 37 seconds, would you think well of her cleanliness if you were heading down there? Think about it. Shower. She won’t complain.
4.) Ladies. When checking into your place, dress in a nice suit. Think about where you’re staying. Stop showing up at places looking like the “Happy Hooker”. You’re fucking it up for the rest of us. Dress like you’re there for that weeks conference they’re holding on the second floor atrium.
5.) Gents. *Taking a deep breath* Stop using ALL of our big towels to wash your hands and stuff. Just STOP it. There are clean wash cloths and hand towels, if you used it to dry your hands leave it there until you leave THEN place it in the laundry basket or on the floor under the sink. We pay “Maria y Juan” good tip/hush money for the service to bring in clean towels and extra sheets, we don’t like you spreading yourself everywhere. Some ladies have others to see that day. If you’d like to pay us for the day, hey! That’d be great! But seriously, just please remember to be considerate. Thanks!
6.) Ladies: Don’t be booking appointments back to back to back; I’m sure you know it draws attention to the well beaten path to your door. If you have an appointment at 9AM lasting an hour, don’t be having the next one at 10AM. Do 10:30, at least. Leave time in case things run over, for you to re-freshen up fully and the like…
7.) Gents: Please check the rates/calendars/info on our site. We don’t have bad attitudes, but we get tired of answering the same exact questions in 5 back and forth emails that are on our site. We spend time placing info and adding FAQs for your benefit, please refer to that/those sources.
8.) Ladies: If you’re going to post photos, CLEAN UP YOUR DAMN HOUSE! We are TIRED of seeing your kids toys in the background with clutter, junk, laundry, fucked up furniture and the like. You making anything hire a house keeper or straighten up OR go to a studio for your photos.
9.) Gents: Please don’t ask what we do when we’re not with you and moonlighting. We have pseudonyms for a reason. Many of us like to keep things separate. Please respect that. If some Ladies choose to share their real name, address, and what they do in their other time, that’s fine. Just don’t expect that from all of us.
10.) Ladies and Gents: Please call and cancel. This goes both ways. Some ladies (like myself) refuse to book a $45 place and prefer a 3, 4, 5, star lo-cal. But that starts to add up. For gents, try renting a place anywhere from $50-300/night continuously and you’ll get the same result. Let us both take the 30 seconds to email, IM, call, etc to cancel with PLENTY OF TIME. They may be pissed but they’ll be less pissed if you save them/us some cheddar.
Now I don’t want any hard feelings, this just needed to be said. I now return you to your regularly scheduled program…
Today’s questions, as I’ve been away from the blogroll for awhile is, have you made any major or minor changes on the way you hobby, since the publicity on the Eliot Spitzer ordeal?
If yes, what are the changes; please share!
This was posted on TER and removed within a 10 minutes…
On the ripoffreport post dated 12/2/07, there are a WHOLE list of lies written by Lana Caspersen of Racine WI, mother of two a.k.a angel/just_4U/angel10300244. I am not here to pick a fight, just to set the record straight as some people know their are unwritten rules you don’t break…
This trick bag just doesn’t know when to quit ladies and gentlemen. She rips the Agency off for over $400 on multiple appointments and I’m the scammer? 
We have boards for a reason and men surely let it be known when they’re ripped off, I’d like to do the same. I have been around and have never ripped of anyone. Provider or Client. In Wisconsin, any other state nor abroad.
After I posted her information to industryblacklist dot com, I wrote about the ordeal on my blog on November 13th, 2007: http://suite1a.sensualwriter.com/200…wd-damn-piper/
Let’s get the facts straight:
#1) Suite1A is an Escort Agency ran by Veronica Lodge and former name and escort Katrina Woods.
It’s Ms. Veronica Lodge, and I went by Kitara Woods. I hide this fact from no one it’s been posted by myself many times over.
#2) I have received numerous complaints about Veronica Lodge’s attitude towards clients and scamming them.
All of a sudden they’re flocking to you about problems with me? Everyone knows if I was such an unprofessional twit, the local board of Heaven-or-Hell dot com would have had my ass in a sling. You were ALWAYS late; remember the time I gave you directions 2 days ahead of time for an appointment? You left Racine at 3 in order to be there by 7 and you didn’t arrive until 10 AND you got pulled over for a busted head/tail light?
#3) I have confronted Veronica about this and she did nothing.
Confronted nothing; I called and emailed YOU for a MONTH 
about funds owed to the agency. YOU were ducking and dodging ME. Saying you mailed it in November, it takes no longer than 3 days for a 41 cents stamped piece of mail to travel from Racine WI to Madison WI. When I confronted you on this you didn’t even pick up the phone. Amaryllis/Fiji of Denver CO who has worked with me plenty called you from her phone; when I asked for you by your real name you screamed at me and hung up because YOU knew you were wrong for lying and stealing.
#4) There was a certain client by the name of Tokia who wanted to schedule an appointment with me.
His name is Tokai, he has good posts (that I like to read often) on TER and on HH, get the names right, read my 11/13/ blog for this. You asked for more bookings I said you needed to head to downtown Milwaukee and chose some dive SOUTH of downtown. I got blamed because you never had money to book a room; how do you have so many appointments a week and not budget for travel and room costs?
#5) Any fees owed to the agency the provider pays the agency. Well she blamed me for owing her fees, which is not true at all. I have talked to one other provider that used to be in her agency and same thing happen to her.
Of course the provider pays the agency for services rendered; you think I’m working for free? 
You expect me to be there to collect; sorry but sometimes threes a crowd. It’s trick bags like you who try to give do right Agencies like mine a bad name. Who’s the other provider? I have a right to ‘face’ my accuser(s).
#6) I just want all clients to know this as well as all providers, do not employ by this agency and clients do not make reservations with this agency, you have been for warned, thank you for your time to read this.
Bitch please. Tokai did indeed give Suite 1A an unfavorable review due to her not following through on her proposed location. There was nothing I could do about that; he chose to see you on his own and gave a favorable review of you. I did not dispute the review nor did I say he was unfair although your f*ck up was un-fair.
Although I know your residence, real name and such, I did the adult thing and chalked what you did to the Agency up to experience. But after I read that page full of lies I was FLOORED. You’re the only one in 10 years to take us/me for any money so I guess it was bound to happen. But don’t you dare try and smear MY good name with your foolishness. 
Show yourself, buck up 
and tell the truth. What you did was not smart…
* This post should not be considered slander per rules; but I feel I needed an equally public forum to confront my accuser as many read this board. This blatant attempt at sabotage affects my business, my affair with providers and clients and my bottom line personally. Further suggestions from the board are of course welcome. *
Ms. Lodge was quite excited this week; it was Saturday and she more giddy than a school girl. As she saw the taxi pull up and turn into her long driveway, she squealed and ran down the stairs.
*Ding-Dong*
She opened the door wearing nothing but her plush robe and a big smile.
“I missed you.” “Mmmm, I missed the hell outta you…” As they smooched Veronica took in his scent; subtle cologne with a hint of fabric softener.
As they parted mouths, she now took his waist and pushed him back slightly. “Come in, come in; it’s freezing. Lemme take a look at you.” Amancio stepped inside the Foyer and dropped his bag. After taking his coat and laying it across the bench, she started at the top. Short & styled jet black hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, (”he must get them done” she thought) light brown and a bit of hazel within his eyes a slightly Roman-esque nose and soft lips to die for. A simple chain around his neck. A yellow gold cross. Black italian-knit sweater and equally black slacks. Three pleats, no lint and dress shoes without a scuff mark but a tad bit of snow attached.
As she visually takes him all in, he does the same. Long brown hair you could ski down, coin slot eyes the color of a stormy day, little ears and matching lips. She wore a locket. She smelled good, and her neck looked equally as nice. (”it’s always nice to be able to see the delicacy of a womans collar bone” he thought to himself.) He slips his hands in under the robe and touches either side of her waist, he enjoys her shudder at his other than warm hands. Perky B’s, a navel ring, a small waist and Coke bottle curves for days. He steps in and slides his hands around to her bum. He closes his eyes, caresses and then squeezes. He feels her thighs tighten & releases his grip.
“Why’d you stop?” says Veronica. “Because I’m cold and I want to warm up.” “Then,” she says, “you should have kept your hands where they were…” Amancio laughs. “Seriously babe.” Why don’t you fix us some hot tea and take the Grey Goose out of the freezer.” “How do you know I have vodka? In the freezer no doubt?” as she sauntered down into the living room. “Because you always have a well stocked bar for company. I don’t forget Vero…”
She rolled her eyes and got out the shot and rock glasses. As he went upstairs with his bag she ventured into the kitchen and filled the tea kettle with water. She went over to the stereo and loaded it with 2 CD’s. “Hmmm” she thought. “This is Amancio, better stream the music. No interruptions…” She connected the laptop USB cable to the sound system and pushed a couple of buttons. She tuned the live 365 to the Brazilian station. Veronica flipped a switch and music began piping through every room of the house. Just about the time she heard the shower trickle off upstairs, she heard a whistle in the kitchen. As she removed the teapot from the cook top, she reached up for the Earl Grey tea bags. As she topped of the mugs with milk and honey, Amancio was carrying an ice bucket and a tray with the drinks on it to the living room. She joined him and sat down on the fur skinned rug next to him in front of the fire. “Here’s your tea ‘Cio.” “And here is your drink Vero.” They both nodded, did a vodka shot and chased it with the sweet tea.
They sat sipping for awhile, not speaking enjoying the Bossa Nova sounds of Nara Leão. Veronica sat her cup down on the glass table and Amancio did the same. He looked into her eyes, then tilted his head to the side. “What’s that? Your goody-bag?” “But of course,” she said with a sly grin showing no teeth. “And what if I wanted to take you upstairs?” “There’d be one up there too. And downstairs…”
With that Amancio wasted no time, he advanced towards Veronica; both now on their knees, they embraced each other. Tightly gripping, loosely feeling, groping, caressing, touching, nibbling. Veronica threw her head back, inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her slightly parted mouth as Amancio nuzzled her neck. As she reached between his legs to feel for his stiffness, the towel loosened around his waist settled at his sides and just below his rump. “Sit back.” she said looking into his eyes, again that cute grin he loves made him obey silently. As he pushed himself back on the rug he felt the sofa behind him supporting his back.
Veronica kissed his forehead, his left cheek, then his right. She skipped his lips and chose to begin again at his chest. Both pecks, his tummy and circled his navel with her tongue. She reached the border, no forest, a slight buzz cut, if you will, although not bald still a nice site. She took hold of his meat and it began it’s slow and deep descent into her mouth and equally deep throat. As her head steadily bobbed in his lap, his hand wandered. Stroking her hair, down her back, then sliding his hand up and over the small of her back and butt to that sweet spot between her warm thighs. He loved that arch, it was like his own personal mini ski slope. He noticed, the longer she sucked his cock, the more moist she became. He slid his fingers around her major and minor lips, carefully thumbing and ever so slightly squeezing her clit in a circular motion. As he breathed deeply, so did she. He grabbed one of the many towels stacked neatly on the stand. He wanted her, all of her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, she slowed her oral stroke and came up for air.
“Your beautiful and very talented Vero.” Veronica smiled, with her pearly whites showing this time. “May I have you now?” “Yes,” she said. “And may I admire your body?” Again, with a nod, she said yes. “Once I’ve done these things, may I ravish you with endless love making and then fuck you into oblivion?” Laughing, Veronica said yes yet again smiling big this time.
As she lay down, Amancio placed a throw pillow up under her rear. As she lay there his eyes wandered her body, her curves, her breasts, hips and thighs; her perfectly pedicured feet. As he reached for one of the assorted rubbers, he watched her hum to the music with her eyes closed and her body moving slowly like a snake. As he descended upon her, he tossed her legs over his shoulders and entered her snug wetness. Her eyes flew open and their gaze met each other. Vigor crept in as he pounded her pussy into near extinction. His grunts and her sighs blended hard core with the repinique, caixa, and surdo of the music. He removed her legs from his shoulders and out stretched them on the floor. Wide. Her flexibility always seemed to amaze him. Her back began to arch and her sounds became deeper, more animal like. He slowed and then sat up a bit. He removed the pillow from underneath her and sneered at her. “You’re doing that stop and go thing again; I was almost…” “I know. I know your body, I know why you make every sound and mover every which way.” And with this he placed a firm hand on her lower abdomen and pressed down while he re-entered and stroked his cock inside her. With this move she immediately stared at him, mouth open, deep breath taken and yet; …no words escaped her. He looked down at her face, full of shock and enjoyment and grinned. She moaned, he took it up a notch with longer strokes and continued through a slightly parted mouth. “Oh, oh, oh God. Ughhh, oh, oh God…” “God can’t help you mami; my name is Amancio. If it’s good to you, REAL good to you, you’ll say my name like you mean it…”
To Be Continued…
Comments welcome on how you like this short story so far.
Meet Ms. Lodge herself for lunch or dinner meating in Madison.
The 5′4″ iron maiden is easy on the eyes and soft to the touch. At 135 lbs, her gray eyes, conversation, listening techniques and long brown hair will captivate you unlike any other.
A fast break or an easy going appointment; email Ms. Lodge today!
MsLodge [at] Suite1A.com
I’ve waited an appropriate amount of time; it is true, you can’t trust in this business but when you pull a rip-off in such an arena, it goes public as if you tried this on a customer.
Must’ve been that 24 hour flu; the kind where you get sick on the way out of town with someone else’s money. You can not follow directions, you are habitually late with no sense of direction, and you really need to work on more creative excuses when telling a big fat lie.
It’s takes more than sex appeal and a tight one to make it in this business. You’re no spring chicken and time is/will creeping up on you.
It’s been over ten years since anyone has even attempted to steal from me. Wake up call for Ronnie! My further contacts and calls to you have gone unanswered; you had the B.S. flu, you feel awful and it started right before you left the town you were in. I hope you didn’t make this week’s gentleman sick; that wonderful recent HH review of you during your recuperating must’ve been exciting, I’m sure having your leg elevated on a nightstand clears out your sinuses.
Make this go away; I did a job for you and you should compensate me accordingly for my doing that job well that you profited nicely from. If you had provided a service and I made you wait and then refused to pay through services rendered you would have had a f*cking fit.
Perhaps you are currently going through something personal, but now you’ve cried wolf so I don’t give a sh*t. Stealing isn’t a good idea here and stealing from Veronica Lodge is a real bad idea. I’ve been nice; I’ve called, I’ve written, everything short of a carrier pigeon - all shit I shouldn’t have to do with someone over the age of 35; especially someone your age. If you needed the money all you had to do was ASK me; it would’ve been that simple. A “Veronica, things are really tight right now; would you mind an I.O.U. until such-n-such a date?” would have sufficed.
So in closing Angel/Just_4U/Angel103002, act your age, grow a confident pair and stop hiding from me.
No more excuses; pony up the funds you owe. Now.
“Fuck you. Pay me.”
~Goodfellas
Jade is very outgoing, she loves people and gets along with almost everyone. Very ambitious, hard working and professional at all times describes her demeanor. Did I mention strong sex appeal?
* In Madison: Wednesday, 10/30 - Saturday 11/4/07
* Visiting From: Los Angeles, CA
* Age: 35
* Height - Weight: 5′5″ 155lbs
* Bust, Waist AND Hips: 38D/33/44
* Hair Color: Blond & Brown
* Ethnicity: Mexican/Spanish
* Massage? Yes
* Full course meal? Yes
* Kissing? Yes
Ask Jade about her professional life and she has this to say: “I am a pretty open person and like to have fun and enjoy contact that feels good to the mind and body. I enjoy seeing the person I am with smiling and want to make sure he/she is satisfied with my company, not wanting me to leave. I have a very high sex-appeal drive and can engage in fun for hours on end. I am open to two visitors or a couple simultaneously.”
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As many of you know while visiting relatives out of town, I had a car accident in the month of September which placed me in the hospital with life threatening injuries, bruising to my voice box, and had my jaw wired shut for a bit. I was in the car with 3 other people; my 2 brothers and a cousin. An Escalade hit us broadside at over 85 MPH because its drunken occupants were running from the police. Everyone in my brothers sedan was wearing a seat belt. The people evading the police were caught and sent to the precinct/jail hospital or whatever and everyone in our car? Rounded up into ambulances and sent to the nearest hospital.
That was almost 8 weeks ago. I’m glad we all had insurance, we’re all almost fine now you know, handling our day to day business. My oldest brother is doing physical therapy, down to twice a week; I can speak, a bit soft but better. The baby brother, well, not a baby at 23 but nonetheless the youngest is back to swimming and after 6 weeks in an un-conscience state, my 32 year old cousin died late last week.
Talking to him in the hospital bed these past few weeks not knowing if he could understand me, going out with friends to get my mind off things. It makes me numb, y’know? All the planning in the world doesn’t prepare you for the real thing. Having to look at him in a hospital bed, then in the morgue then in a casket it all takes a toll. Although my family’s prepped ourselves for such things it’s hard. He leaves behind 2 sons (whose mother, his wife, ALSO died by the hands of a drunken driver) that will be cared for by his sister.
The guys who hit us? Don’t even get me started on the driver and his buddy; not sure I can control myself…
My point? Live life to the fullest; it’s WAY to short for some, to long for others…
