..I relaxed my ass muscles as much as I could and after a while of feeling his huge cock destroying my colon it began to fell better and I even pushed...back to meet him but he didn't like it that I was enjoying it so he began to pull back slap my ass then ram it back in and it was a hard slap too I could feel my ass cheeks getting red with each blow after a dozen or so slaps I decided to quit trying to be tough so I said to Paul “I'm sorry about the meeting I should have kept quiet but I thought. I rang the doorbell she came to the door and let me in her hair was a mess and in a night gown short one barley covered anything she said she was laying down and was tired.I ask her for a glass of water she said come in i handed her sunglasses and followed her to the kitchen god nothing on under her night gown i ask her who's truck is that she said had a friend looking at my hot water heater i have no hot water and want to shower.I ask her if i could go to the bathroom and left i walk by her. Come, let us make ready and follow.”Tia linked arms with the daughter of Jona, and, giggling like young girls, they started down the trail toward the village of the Freeborn. Leana watched them go, and seeing for the first time the trail they followed, looked at Jona in bewilderment. “Yes,” answered Jona, “the trail has been there all along. We hide it from the minds of those of whom we are wary, until we discover their intentions.”“I see we have more to learn from you than we thought,”. It is a slice of life, a snapshot, a piece of time that is taken from the imagination of the author and stamped with the speed of machinery into the mind of the reader.Stamped so fast that it may never be forgotten.Short stories are not the vehicles for a history of time, not a life story, not a fantasy epic. The short story is a slice of life, a few centimeters from a whole ball of string.Now for those not stuck on the linear, on to my written words.The rock just barely missed the mailbox as.