Over the Golden Gate we go, and not even the thick fog can dim the awe-inspiring beauty of the city as seen through the spans of the bridge. North we ...rive, through Marin County, cutting over to the coast, what gorgeous country we pass, the cliffs overlooking the ocean as the waves crash into shore. Dark and gloomy yes, but still dramatic enough to make us think we’ve been placed inside some painting come-to-life. We’re not speaking much, content just to ride hand-in-hand, absorbing the. “I’m the low scorer in our family.”“All this is above my pay grade,” Schmaltz growled. “I’ll send over Gunny.” He bagged and tagged their guns, then left in the direction of his sergeant.Melba moved her chair next to Bob’s for a better view of the proceedings. She snuggled over and told him, “We should take notes. It’s only just started, and I’ve seen two things I think I want to try at home.”They were watching one sponsor orchestrate a daisy chain, when Gunny White stood before them and. You brush up against my member and rub me out to almost the point of completion.As we leave the pub, I suggest we take a nice sunset stroll along the lakeshore. We take in the sights and sounds of a Summer evening by the water, blissfully unaware of anyone else around us but each other. I find us a quiet, uninterrupted spot under a large maple tree. We sit down, my back against the trunk and you nestled in my arms. We have a perfect view of the sun setting over the water, feeling the last bit. As I crooked my head down to say hello I was grabbed and hauled into the car, bundled awkwardly into the passenger seat as the car shrieked away up the road. I remember fear and being smothered in someone's clothes, my face pressed into a belly and my legs angled awkwardly in the well of the car. Someone slapped me repeatedly on the head. There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out.