In the middle there are enough people that you can't meet or know everyone, so the bad guys have a place to hide. But the town is small enough that ev...ryone still knows when something shitty happens, they just probably don't know the parties involved.Growing up, almost everyone in my circle knew about Larry Miller. I think that I probably heard about him for the first time when I was about 18. Larry was my age and people around town called him the prince of pussy. The rumor was that Larry was. They had been found in town and brought them home immediately. Then the tale unraveled. Michelle had been in trouble (grounded) and wanting to runaway to better circumstances. She talked Phillip who was not in any trouble at that time, to go with her cause he knew the woods. He was decked out from head to toe in his camouflage hunting clothes. He even had his survival pack that was a must on our trips out. It was a green army ammo pouch with a zip lock baggy containing, Band-Aids, crackers. Moaning a bit louder, but still too low for anyone to hear, "Oh god, Daddy, your cock feels so good deep inside my pussy." My body, now consumed with passion, drives me. I increase the tempo more, faster and faster feeling my body start to tighten. Damn, I think, this is too fast, and then smile to myself knowing our night has just begun. Oh hell, I'm just a bitch in heat and I love it. I moan, "Oh my God, Daddy, I'm gonna cum." My hips move faster and faster my breathing getting quicker and. . that thing had punched me in the face several times. I had never been hit that hard in my life and I've been through a few scrapes. What really irked me was the ease of the way he handled me.He started the evening out by stalking me. I'd noticed him following me earlier. He wasn't being very slick about it. I stopped walking when I came out of the plant. I needed to call Sarah and find out what had happened with her surveillance of my cheating wife. I figured that if I just stopped the guy.