) Peter worked as a stallion. He truly, (loved Natasha), stroked her back, squeezed thighs parted the buttocks, she moaned, groaned. Peter suddenly fr...ze, his jaw and looked fearfully at me. Peter the first time, "had a woman" - "He's finished": laponka sobbed, "do not understand"? You what? finished or what? (Dreaming), I said, is only a beginning, you feel it growing, Mishka almost laughed, I shook a finger at him, Vova jabbed him with his elbow. I pushed Petya, he clearly did not want to let. Sure as shootin' the stallion snorted about two AM. Something he didn't like had to be prowling around. I didn't even look for it, just got up, stirred the coals, and built the fire back up. When I lay back down I knew he'd raise hell if whatever had disturbed him braved the new fire and kept coming. It didn't.Nothing focuses your thoughts and actions like knowing you're working toward your own survival. Realizing you are the only one working on it just sharpens the focus. At sunrise I cooked. The place always attracted a beautiful crowd that we enjoyed chatting up with from time-to-time. A few cocktails in, she slipped off the bathroom to freshen up a bit. My eyes weren't the only ones who followed Priscilla moving through the room. I always enjoyed watching the other guys strain their necks as she walked by. She wasn't gone long but it was enough time for a guy to saddle up in the empty seat next to me. Dave was probably in his mid-twenties, a few years younger than us. Dark hair,. I love Sara Lee."We went into the kitchen and pigged out on pound cake. Jill asked if we had any chocolate syrup and poured some on hers. Too much like putting ketchup on steak for me."I miss Bozo. Is he in with that little bitch again?" He was hanging around Sara earlier, yes. And don't be shy about telling me how you feel about her." I know you have to live with her and I feel sorry for her with her father and all but it just seems like she has to take over everything. I know she wasn't.