”“Really? I thought Zeke Walters owned this spread.”“He doesn’t need it all, so we lease some of it from him.”“He know that? He told us ...ou were trespassing and he wanted you gone. You got a lease agreement?”“It a gentlemen’s agreement. We didn’t think paperwork necessary.”“Well, we’ll have to sort that out. Open the gates, please. If you have nothing to hide we’ll leave you in peace.”Kramer frowned. Damn those Walters brothers! He’d had a good thing going for quite a while before Buck got. . . is it o-over?" he asked. It took me a moment to focus on who it was he'd bumped into, but my eyes certainly must be deceiving me because I'm still not sure what was Gabe bumped into. At first focus, it seemed Gabe had bumped into an old man. He wore a long cloak, with a shiny belt about it, and big black army boots, but it looked all green as far as anyone could tell under this awful dome's green glare. He stepped a pace or two back into the shadows, under an overhang beside a boarded up. Clearing his throat, he said, "More Twister, anyone?"Chris spun the pointer and watched as the other three stretched and gyrated on the slightly slippery mat. His eye was constantly drawn to Kay's body, her figure shown off to full effect by her clothes, the firelight, and the oil. Kay caught his eye, smiled broadly, and licked her lips. His erection cranked up a notch. "Hey, that fire's very hot," he said. "Mind if I take my T-shirt off?"At that moment, David missed his Twister move and fell. ?It felt as though a single tiny hand had a tight grip on her tongue andthe inside of her throat.? She could moveher tongue without effort, and the very tip of her tongue was most definitelyfree, but her throat seemed to be under an immense amount of pressure.? Why she hadn?t noticed before, she was unableto tell but, the feeling was as though the cylinder was gradually stretchingthe width of her throat.? It didn?t feelpainful per se, but the sensation of her throat widening, not to mention.