I'll confront them here after they've cleared the crest." Sheila worked the bolt action on her rifle and loaded the firing chamber with a live round. ...Boss! Let me stop them." Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, I scooted down on my ass and stood next to Sheila. "Why?" the leader frowned. "Because Fitzwater is a sexist pig. He won't take you seriously; you're a woman. He might listen to me. Maybe." I took a pack of cigarettes from my breast pocket, tapped out a smoke and lit it with my Bic. Not quickly. Not with her bare legs stalking toward him like a pair of saplings bending to the kind of hard wind that was taking the snow in on a forty-five-degree angle. But he knew her. Between the dress and her skin, he was reminded of summer. His body filled with half-voluntary breath. There might as well have been a ghost in his chair as she passed, never looking up or so much as slightly to the side where he was sitting.Then she turned sharply into the relative darkness of the open. "Do you know where your mother is?" No idea," he admitted. "I've only just got up."Dan chuckled amiably; "you always horny?" He asked, his breathing short and fast."You know it. But that's not what I meant. I just got out of bed." Pity. I was just thinking about going back to bed! But we got a busy day ahead, you up to much?" We? Who's we?" Jimmy asked, stroking the growing bulge in his shorts. Dan's heavy panting had hit a nerve."Just me and my shadow." Dan said, gasping at a piquant. Richard was back in front of me. He knelt in front of me, his hands going up under the dress and finding the ties of the bikini briefs, tugging them loose, so when he stood up he held up the panties, to the subdued cheers of the lads. Now other boys were around me, all taking turns kissing and fondling me, and all groping my naked bottom or touching my uncovered pussy.Richard came to stand behind me, fondling my boobs then nuzzling my sensitive neck."You just wait, Mister 'helpful' Richard," I.