Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth in i...s flower displays the wealth of its treasures, and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modeled in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor.’ It is enough to say, without applying this poetical rhapsody to Aouda, that she was a charming woman, in all the European acceptation of the phrase. She. ” Alexies pushed her to the door and whispered back. “Get home while I try to figure out what to do.”“Oh you are so naughty but so lucky mmm wish he would do me.” Alexie pushed her out the door.“Okay so what is the big problem with Sophie and her mother and what is all the whispering about?”Alexie tried to explain about Ann finding out about the girls seeing what he and Ann had done and then about the girls taking the dildo and about Sophie using it to take her virginity. She told him that. Might haul some more up, so we don’t have to fight that road while it’s covered with snow. Oh, and I want to see all four of you home tonight, not out on the ranges. If it does blow in tonight, I’d feel a lot better knowing that you’re all home and safe.” Then, as almost an after-thought, he added, “And that includes both Tim and Josh, too. If I had to make a choice between cattle and ranch-hands . . . well, that’s a no-brainer, isn’t it?”It did snow that night, and the next day, and the day. I looked up into the face of the guy I'd originally refused to suck off in the bar - it seemed like a lifetime ago, but was probably less than 8 hours.He looked down at me and said 'Don't worry, we're almost done with you'. But then he smiled and said, 'But before you feel too great, the worst is yet to come.'My mind frantically tried to even imagine what could possibly be worse than what had already happened to me. He leaned over me with the marker and began to write something across my chin,.