Iska matlab unhe kafi maza aa raha tha.Main turant hairaan hone ka natak kar boli: Aap kya kar rahe hai?Papa turant apne lund se hath chor bole: Ku…...kuch nahi. Kuch bhi to nahi kar raha.Unke hath chorte hi unka lund rubber ki tarah upar ko uchala. Fir bhari lohe ke tarah neeche jhuka jise dekh meri choot mein masti ki khujli shuru ho gayi.Main jhat se uthi aur ziddi hoti hui boli: Bataona aap kya kar rahe the?Papa: Are bola na kuch nahi kar raha tha, main… main bas ise andar dalne ja raha. 'Hey you' came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by the street-sign was a big, black man. Sarah hadn't seen him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick beard and matted hair. Tattoo's down both heavily muscled arms. 'Watch yo mouth!' he said, jabbing a finger towards her.'Fuck you!' Sarah laughed as the light turned to green. She put her foot to the floor, shooting him the finger as she burned left around the corner. Turning to look over her shoulder she grinned. That'd told them. She could see half a dozen lights moving through the trees in a line, obviously searching for something. My footprints, she thought; they're following my tracks in the snow. She looked to the West, toward the location of her pick up point. The sheer side of a cliff loomed between her and the next valley; she would have to move around it and then over the mountain to reach her pick up point. With a sense of urgency, Valkyrie moved down the side of the knoll, taking care to stay within the wooded. I suppose I should start at the beginning. My name is Heather, but nowadays, I go by the name that my daughter rechristened me with - 'bitch.' I live with my pregnant daughter and her father, who, incidentally, is my legal husband. Our house is a large farm north of Arkansas, within and still not within, the most idyllic state in the USA. Around fifty miles from our house is a town, twenty miles on the other side, a college - in fact, my college. That old building deserves a mention for that is.