” Patrick pulled his pants back up and tried to stuff his dick away. He was partly successful. The dark purple top stuck out of his waist band and o...er his shirt in the outdoor air. Patrick watched the thing rise out of the water, like a great, metal spider. “The wire.” He bent down and picked up the electrical line, but it was dead. “The breaker, Donna. Flip the breaker and we’ll fry that thing, too.”Without a word, Donna ran back into the station, her exposed breasts bouncing uncomfortably. " and then I started giggling. Don't know why, but us girls giggle all the time. Must be something that our female hormones cause. Two weeks laterI slowly wake up and stretch. It feels good to not have to get up anymore. Deciding to retire from my medical practice and take it easy was one of the best decisions that I ever made. I only have to get up now, when I feel like it.I sat up and a hunk of blond hair falls across my face. I push it out of my face and throw the covers off. I stand. He then pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties down, then bent overand kissed me right on my clit and I let out a little moan. He thenflicked his tongue over it, raising another moan out of me. At thispoint he began to gently suck on it."Oh yes, yes, that's so nice Vicky," I called out. I had been callinghim Vicky all evening.Although he had never done this before, he must have read about it,because he soon had me in the throws of an orgasm.Once I had calmed down, he lay beside me and we. I yelled out "Hands up, fucker."He peered around the woods and pulled out a pistol I smiled. I used a tree to stabilize my weapon and carefully took my shot. I took out his shoulder. He went down like a telephone pole whacked by a semi. I used my little radio to call the house and have them get the sheriff called out. She got my coordinates from the radio and spotted me on the map. I squatted down where I was and waited. I watched the guy. He crawled around a little, getting up against the.