I had four letters from my sister. I dutifully read them, but there was nothing that interesting in the first three. The fourth one got my attention, though. Theresa gave a little too much explicit detail about the recent escapades she and her boyfriend had enjoyed. I was relieved I had not gotten that letter in the field. My sister and I had never shared that sort of experience before, so it made me wonder what had changed. It wasn't like she and Mike were doing anything all that kinky, so it left me a bit perplexed. And awfully horny, of course.
That feeling was mercifully brief—the next letter was from my mother, letting me know that Dad had died. It included a newspaper clipping covering the accident. There was a horrifying picture of his flaming rig on its side. That poor bastard had
