" "Carol looked at John and knew that another piece of the puzzle had become clear to him. What is it John?" she asked. "I just saw the faces of the t...o men who beat me up, but I don't know who they are," he said. "Try to cement their faces into your memory," she said. "Now, how did your blood get in the cockpit of the plane if you were never in it?" she asked. John sat and thought for several minutes. Memories were coming hard to him. Every new memory raised several new questions that John. JUST HORRIBLE!" she cried out. But the words could just as easily have been directed to herself, she thought. She had not only been unfaithful to her husband... but she had accepted as her lover, her OWN FATHER!Ike's tongue flicked teasingly again into the open crevice of her behind, sending chills running through her, making her feel more ashamed and embarrassed than she had ever been. He had never done this to her... never forced her into such a lewd, humiliating position and she began to. With time I noticed that my body was really responding well to the heavy lifting and I was developing a nice, solid physique. On hot days we would take off our shirts and tan as best we could. It was a great feeling, working outside, exposing our torsos to the elements, getting tan and ripped, and then going home exhausted to rest up, eat and get ready for the next day. By August, after a summer of heavy manual labor and working shirtless I was looking almost like a young body builder. It was. The rifle is a full stock flinter, straight grain maple with iron furniture. It’s my rifle ... I built it from parts I got from the Log Cabin catalogue. But the style copies one of Samuel Hawken’s original 1815 guns ... a Rocky Mountain Rifle. Five cans of Swiss ff rifle powder, one can of Swiss ffff priming powder that should last until I can trade for more. Three steel ‘hawks that I cut out of a 48” sawmill blade and then forged; two “Green River” butcher knives, three straight razor patch.