It was out in the open so apparently he was only sneaking around on me. The recordings were only secret from me.Recordings? Could there be? Was he rea...ly that confident of himself or was he even dumber than I thought. Back down the hall I ran. I couldn't believe they hadn't heard my comings and goings, but then they were rather busy.I stuck my face inside the cabinet we kept our tapes, including the unmarked one we had made that day. When my hands reached the back wall I found not only that. I see what looks like military canine units, but they seem to maintain a perimeter between them and the little girl.”“Ellen,” I said over the radio. “You have to talk to April about getting a cat, and it won’t be a puma, bobcat, panther, or lynx anyway. No big cats. Send your furry friend back into the woods before one of the military people with rifles shoots it. It isn’t hunting season, so the deer are safe now.”“I will take a houseful of angry teenagers any day. I’m likely to go insane. ..LOOK AT HIM HUMP HIS ASS!!! Man he loves the fucking Trig is giving him!! Listen, Ole Trig has got him moaning like a Bitch Pussy."All though I was aware of several other people having entered the room (I found out later that they were some of Trig and Jill's gay friends) I didn't care. At that time all I shamelessly wanted was Trig to fuck me till I couldn't move. And fuck me he did as I thrashed about on his cock like a hooked fish. Then he started pulling almost all the way out and then. Then he clipped a set of reigns to their bits, and led them both to the garage, where the family ponygirl stables were. Sarah and Julie were forced into adjoining stalls, and watched as their father closed the door to their stalls, locking it with a small lock, before going back into the house. Sarah and Julie nuzzled each other over the patrician, tears streaming down their faces as they sank into sleep.Chapter 2: Cart outing Sarah and Julie squirmed on their hay beds, as they slept.