10:31 AM, stopped on the road to HarminIt had been over twenty minutes since the deadly pistol duel, and Kara was coming out of some deep brush near R...ute 32. Rain was beginning to fall heavily. Kara looked at the skies for a moment. It looked like rain all over, and the skies north were positively weird. High in a nearby tree, two Saw-whet owls stood watching her. Kara took a second to smile at their beauty. They gazed back solemnly with their owl faces and yellow eyes.Kara looked at the sky. All your clothes ... all your clothes taken away ... all your clothes taken away for a WHOLE week. A little nudie boy for seven days, and a little nudie girl too.”George looked at Susan who was starting to turn red.“Leave her alone, dear” snapped Beverly. “I think she’s nervous enough about the whole thing without you making it worse.”George apologized to his step-daughter giving her a big hug then said, “You are my special little girl and I will love you always no matter what Lifestyle you. “Sorry, Dad.”“It was our second day at Camp Custer,” I answered. Riley sat down again. “The place was an absolute shithole. We called it Camp Custer because somebody had posted a sign over the entrance saying, ‘Little Big Horn II’. The real name was Dush-el-Kebir. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. You never went outside the walls by yourself because your head would end up on a spike in the road if you did. Our second night there, Riley and I were on overwatch when the hajjis rolled up with a. Deep down her throat. She gagged on him. Tears in her eyes. Looking at me the whole time. Took a picture of her. With her noticing it. She didn’t seem to care at all. Sent it of to mum. She texted back: Bad boy. Such a bad body. Making innocent girls cry. A few minutes later I came again. Deep down in the throat of my skinny ass cousin. Damn, I started to like her. And no, she wasn’t done with me. She was in for more.Back to the be we went. Without cleaning each other up. Still pissy. But she.