.. It would not fail in its goal, and perhaps even it would be so blessed as to earn the goal it had worked towards all this time...It would be good t... be home. She had been working so hard these past few months, and sophomore year was so different than freshman courses. But now she was heading home for fall break and would be able to rest her head, with just light reading and a few notes to review her only requred studying, tho if her Mom got too tense and stressful, then she could always read. In her hand, she clutched a cellphone. While she moved forward, her long toned legs caught the men’s attention, the pale white shapely calves and thighs were encased in light-colored stockings or pantyhose. The men all wondered which it was.“A rich, white woman in da ghetto, how stupid could dis cunt be?” one man said in a hushed voice, reaching inside his pants, he took ahold of and rubbed his hardening cock. “Dis gonna be fun,” he told his companion.“Yeah,” the other man watched her, waiting. I stopped asking how he knew something. If he didn’t find out himself, the little girl riding that fawn and holding that bobcat kitten told him. You’d better all sit back from the table.”They listened to the last part. A second later, a pissed-off bobcat momma jumped up on the table. It wasn’t what Caryn planned, but it appears to have worked better. I saw the links from the girls in puberty with the Angries link to the bobcat. The little girls linked with her, but they watched the bobcat as. I lost a good friend and wound up with a headache: A young spitfire name a Laurie Kettinger, Rex's replacement. Pretty young thing with wild curly hair who filled out her uniform right nicely, but she was a damned zealot about the fish and game laws. That little lady filled out more citations her first year than Rex did in 30. Every sorry sonuvabitch comin' outta the canyon had a sob story about Officer Kettinger levyin $50 to $100 fines and not even lettin 'em keep the fish!Well, it weren't.