Hell some of our own men are supposed to be living out there in hiding. They had the same rumor in other wars but they never panned out Gunny." Sarge,...believe what you want. I was just giving you the heads up. I suggest if you do by some chance find something out there you might be better off just forgetting it, and leaving well enough alone if you get my drift?" Hell Gunny, if I do find them I may not agree with what they're doing, but I sure ain't about to tell anyone where they are. Hey, if. Walking up to tap her on the shoulder and tease her about avoiding him, the scent of her found him for the second time that evening. She smelled even more aroused than before. Spencer wondered if she even had panties on under that tiny dress. He felt himself grow hard for the third time in as many hours. Before he could back up, she did and bumped into him. “Um, oh, hi Spencer.” Bethenny said, trying to remember to play hard to get. “Hi Bethenny.” Spencer said, trying to hide his growing. He was ruggedly handsome for his age. Still had some of the boyish charm. His dark hair hung just past his collar. His eyes were deep blue pools and he had a bit of a dimple in his left cheek. He noticed me looking at him and he smiled. I looked away for fear that he'd think I was staring but he was too good looking to look away for too long. He noticed me looking at him again and I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks. I looked at my watch to see how much time was left until the bus. She declared it just the right depth for rice. She found some plants growing on the fringes of the old extent of the pond and transplanted them. Hopefully there would be enough this year to give us seed to plant the next.I found a good fork in a tree and, with lots of blows of the hatchet, managed to fell it and trim it into a passable hand plough. I dragged it through the drying lake bottom, dragging up and breaking up the roots of the lilies and reeds and leaving rough furrows behind me. It.