There were no roots on it – none. The voles had eaten them. Then I realized what all those little humps and holes in the ground were. They were vole...tunnels barely under the surface. I spent a fortune trying to get rid of those creatures, but I never managed to completely eliminate them, no matter how many things I tried. Those things breed like crazy. Now they're out here, or at least their cousins are. Maybe we need more Chihuahuas," she groused out, half serious."No more bug-eyed rats," Jeff. I did some research on the phenomenon of female ejaculation, or squirting, and I learned a few things. I was intrigued for a few days, but I soon forgot all about it.A few weeks later, Rick and I were watching an adult video, and a woman came in a gushing spurt of ecstasy. I thought she was ejaculating, and Rick argued that she was just peeing. I bet him that with enough training and patience I could learn to squirt when I came. I didn't expect this to happen overnight, but I knew that it was. He was tired of stocking shelves, listening to women whine and berate him over the price of their goods and his service. So he made contact with the outlaws, trading information to become part of the gang. He knew Butch Kramer thought he couldn’t cut it, but he’d show them, by God!When he found out about the drive, he waited until his parents were asleep, going into the store and taking a new rifle and a pair of Peacemakers his father had gotten in trade. He also took as much as he could carry. I could see the path she was taking, but I was also examining the fabric of the house, so I was much slower than her.I heard her though when she screamed. "Oh my gawd! Daniel you just have to see this." I had once told her that she could call me Daniel. After all we worked in close proximity, however with feminine obstinacy she usually called me Boss or dirty old man only occasionally using my name. I worked my way round to where she was and saw the reason for her surprise. The veranda had.