Rebecca was different though. None of the other guys I hung out with (that were straight) really seemed all that interested in her. They seemed to tre...t her like she was a tolerated house guest, which I guess she was. She had just sort of showed up in town, begging for a place to stay.Later, we decided to head off to one of our favorite spots to hang out, a secluded little park out in the countryside by the river. As usual, I and a couple of others brought our guitars to plink on while we drank. "Wazhazhe sanee!" he said proudly, then frownedwhen he couldn't get a responsive expression other than fear from the'girl'. Again he repeated, "Am-bear...wazhazhe sanee!" Your village?" Donovan muttered sarcastically. "Great. Here's the placewhere I die!" The words were said low, his young voice almost whispered.Still, nothing could be understood between them nor read upon the faceof the 'girl'. Finally giving up, Misae nudged the flanks of his horseand began heading into the village. The. . all the way from where we are now. The sea running from the stern to the sea coming over the bow. It’s a continuous circle around the roaring forties. The swell never stops.JW baited up a couple of hooks with a quarter slice of rind-on bacon and weighted the line with a couple of half ounce weights. No sooner had the line gone slack than Wham! Bam! Thank you Ma’am! Two 27 inch eight pound blue cod ... and we still had the bacon. Fresh fish from the bottom, six hundred feet below the keel. Ice. I loved running my fingers through Veronica’s thick black hair and she didn’t mind when I pulled it just to see her face wrapped around my big boy with her eyes wide open and her lips stretched to the maximum limit. I was not all that desirous of forcing it down her throat because the sight of a woman gagging was not my goal in life. I was far more into shallow penetration and lots of tongue action to make things interesting in her puddle of female saliva.Veronica was a couple of years older.