I found a species of snail nearly resembling Succinea, in the fissures of the bark of the Myal, on the Box, and in the moist grass. The mussel-shells ...re of immense size. The well-known tracks of Blackfellows are everywhere visible; such as trees recently stripped of their bark, the swellings of the apple-tree cut off to make vessels for carrying water, honey cut out, and fresh steps cut in the trees to climb for opossums. Our latitude was 26 degrees 49 minutes. The thermometer was 41 1/2 at. Her shoulder length blue hair scatters across her pillow, she hasn't changed yet still in the same clothes when she left. She let out a sigh and held out her hand that had the ring on it, a grin forming on her lips as she stared at the magnificent jewelry. She got up and stripped out of her heist clothes and put on something relaxing. A thong and a baggy crop top was all she needed. After which she meandered into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. Like always, there was next to. The land I was travelling through was as deserted as you could find the endless road, the Spinifex and low bushes. In the distance I saw a lonely figure sitting at the side of the road, as I drew closer I saw it was a small woman under 5 feet tall and three suitcases. Behind her was an old model car with the bonnet up showing she had broken down. I pulled up alongside her."What is the problem?" I asked."Bloody engine blown, the piston has come through the casing, the motor is stuffed," she. “Hello there hardworking troopers want some beers while I start the fire?” “Hell yeah, you still asking” I replied with a wide thirsty smile. Beers were served and we went and sat by the pool. Kay and Lolly decided to go in for a dip while us guys sat chatting about sport and other general stuff. Kay had a very hot body but the problem is that she’s as dyke as they get and looking at her in a feminine way was kind of weird, she had all the right resources in all the right places and I noticed.