She had taken a thorough shower but still had bits of skull in her hair. The feelings and memories of the incident would remain with her longer still....She was just tired, and wanted this whole damned expedition to end. She was over 30 now, although not much over. Maybe she was getting to old for this.Her ruminations were cut short as she spied a gas station/restaurant silhouetted against the giant bloody red setting sun. The Kickstand. Her growling stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten a. My parent,s were having a party for me and some of my friend,s,of course all the neighbor,s too.I went in and changed clothe,s,put on my tight little jean short,s,and jersey top.I was such a sissy faggot,all way,s wearing tight fitting clothe,s,walking sexy with my long blonde hair.smooth arm,s and leg,s.walked into the back yard,my neighbor,s just looked,to afraid to say anything with my parent,s there.One neighbor did come up to me,his name was Charles.Said u sure look cute today Dale.I just. The scoop neckline was scalloped and was a lighter blue with an embroidered floral design. The seam between the collar and gown was pleated to allow it to flow over my Nightwish's sensuous form. It did not offer any opaqueness to allow me to glimpse what she may've had on underneath. I noticed that the bottom edge of her nightgown had a matching light blue floral trim. Below that, mom's bare legs gleamed and I could appreciate they were shiny smooth. I also noticed that for someone who seemed. If there is anything inside that’s worthwhile I’ll turn the thing over to the authorities.”She continued to look unhappy. I moved the skiff over to the buoy and dropped a heavier line with a net. I went back in the water, carefully dug up the chest and moved it into the net. I swam back up, dropped the rebreather and winched the chest up onto the boat. I DID keep the RIB between the shore and my activities. The chest was surprisingly light, so it probably didn’t contain any gold doubloons.I.