I have become rather OCD I guess is the word, about some things and driving routes is one of them. She was trying to tell me that I knew at least one ...ifferent route to our destination based on other locations we have visited in the area. She was telling me we could take that route home if the roads became bad.I flat refused. I told her: “I know one way to this destination and I know the same way back. In order to do what your saying I would have to drive to the second location and leave from. The mature woman’s cunt oozed as she continued her sadistic tease.“ ... oh yes Brigham, imagine that ecstasy in knowing the rope is to snuff you out ... a pleasure you’ll not have to imagine, because you’re going to experience it...” Brigham gasped with masochistic awe as he stumbled on his knees, paraded in the shadow of the noose and the ginger girl who’d hang him, his cock boning high in the hope that he was about to know that pleasure as the applause from the crowd grew ever louder.“Here. He wasn’t worried about them getting lost. One, they could blink out and two, Raina never got lost.She had her father’s ability to memorise everywhere she has been and could walk you back without even thinking about it. He had seen her do this before, so he just followed her lead. He had learned the hard way not to second-guess Raina’s sense of direction.Ben opened his senses as he followed. He didn’t want whatever the predator was sneaking up behind them. He had even palmed the pistol just in. She began weeping again, letting her emotions pour out of her."Kathia."The teen blinked her eyes open and looked around. She must have fallen asleep in the barn. Her father was standing at the door to the barn, the light of the setting sun silhouetting him. He was looking at her sadly, and Kathia wondered if he had been crying.She sat up and looked at him curiously. "What is it, poppa?"He slowly came into the barn, his eyes downcast. He fumbled at his words, his hands stuffed deep into the.