If she knew me at all, she would have just told me to go to her job. To be honest, the first option is not even an option to me. I wrote back a simple...response, "See ya soon ma!"I received no response from her, so I just grabbed my sample from last night plus an empty sample cup and headed out the door. I found myself speeding through the streets to try to get to my mother's job faster. I then realized that she was not going anywhere and I started to drive like a normal person again. I could. ‘Would you take me somewhere romantic, Carl?’ I didn’t know if this was the drink talking or if, for some twisted reason of her own my aunt was teasing me, but the tone of her voice and Hazel’s soft, questioning eyes stirred me on a visceral level. My throat swelled with emotion as I pictured the two of us somewhere like Florence or Paris, cities I’d never visited but which, in my mind, were the places where lovers went. In my head I saw Hazel laughing brightly, the iconic backdrop of the Eifel. Annie’s big bare bottom is held high later that day, over the wonderfully constructed leather caning bench, the dildo is removed from the arse, washed and placed deeply in her soggy cunt!“Thwaccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”“Thwacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Thwaaackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” “Oh sir, please , I’m gonna poop”“Thwacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk “Thwacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk “Thwacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk “Thwacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk “Thwacccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Annie’s tits are. This was his night. He'd made more than anyone ever had in the history of trapping. The beers were on him.The phone in Sheriff Ricky Boudreaux's office seemed to never stop ringing. The local newspaper, the Dallas Times and Herald even the New Orleans Picayune were ringing every hour for an update of the progress.The couple hadn't been missing but over a day. Yet, the boys father was an oilfield executive and very well liked in the community. People were wanting to help in the search.Sheriff.