"Where you from, Miss Gisal?" His white shirt was soiled on both sides of the collar from days of wear. Hair grew from his nostrils and ears. Rings sh...ne dully on almost everyone one of his puffy fingers."Switzerland. Andelburg actually. It's a little village not far from Interlaken." She was about to ask if he knew it but checked herself. She tried desperately to remain calm, to focus just on the desk in front of her in case he thought she might try and run."Where will you be staying?" he. The sheriff looked over at Bert and said, "Is that true?"Bert looked glanced at his brother for a second, hesitated another second, then replied, "Nope Uncle Jack! She's lying. Jimmy didn't have no knife. He was just telling her how pretty she looked when she got all 'bitchie' and slapped him. Then Ethan took out a gun and shot Jimmy dead! Jimmy didn't even lay so much as a hand on her." Their both lying sheriff! Jimmy was drunk and tried to rip my blouse. That's when I slapped him in the face.. I would have to say that reading the sayings on tee shirts occupied a lot of my time when I first arrived here. Advertising the things that were of interest to a person in that fashion was such a novel concept to me. When I had saved enough money on my first job, I went out to purchase a tee shirt. I spent days trying to find one that expressed my thoughts most clearly. I ended up getting one that had a smiley face on it.Having witnessed the Cultural Revolution during the early part of my stay. I startled to slowly work the nozzle into her pucker, no more than a half inch at a time and withdrawing it almost all the way out before inserting it a little farther on the next stroke. Yes, I was fucking her ass with that big fat enema nozzle. Susan was breathing hard like she had just ran two blocks and would shudder each time I pushed the nozzle in a little far. I added some twisting and circular motion to each stroke. That set Susan off even more and she shuddered through a small orgasm..