This time, the two barrels of the first shotgun seemed to do the trick. Once again, I backtracked and found their horses--and the man watching the hor...es.“Don’t move,” I shouted at him, covering him with the second shotgun. He didn’t move at all and I realized when I got closer that he couldn’t move. “He” was a Mexican woman tied tightly and gagged enough that I’m surprised she could breathe. Her horse was tied to a tree so she couldn’t escape. I cut her loose and left her with the horses while. "Sorry to bother you, sweetie. I wanted to let you know that I'm going out, and I won't be home until late, maybe not until tomorrow." Where are you going?" he asked while he took a look at her outfit. She was wearing a white dress shirt that was open halfway down the front. She had on a short tight black mini skirt, and below that, she had on black thigh high stockings. There was about an inch of bare skin between the top of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt, and he could see black. As i popped in the shower (at the back of the house) i over heard my mum and Andy through the window,they were clearly flirting, and went on to exchanging numbers! then she went on to ask him how married life is and he asked her and she said it's ok just a bit boring and lonely. Then my mum went on to ask Andy if he had got his wife pregnant yet (they'd been trying for some time) she joked and said are you sure that't working (pointing at his penis) Andy replied (and these words remain in my. Hadn’t seen you there, the sun had blinded me,” he said, disentangling himself. He got up, then growled, “What, my hand not good enough for you?”I sat up unsteadily and lowered my hood. There was the familiar gasp of shock as he beheld my ravaged features, then I felt his hand on my arm.“I’m sorry,” he whispered, then hauled me back onto my feet.“For what? You didn’t gouge out my eyes,” I snapped, still a little irritated.Instead of an answer, he murmured a few knotty syllables and touched my.