Here’s one story of a problem us guys have when exercising our nudist ways. What a perfect day it is. Seven AM., eighty degrees and not a cloud in t...e sky. I hate the fact I have to wear shorts on a day like this, or do I? It's Saturday and I need to get in my truck to take a ride. Fifty miles later, I’m up in the mountains and haven’t seen another person for at least ten minutes. This is where I’m pulling over for sure. I get out and lock the doors. I have a spare key hidden under the bumper.. "You kids go on and have a good time... And stop worrying about me." She hoped her performance was convincing, that they couldn't see through her and know what was really troubling her mind."O.K., Mom," Rick said as he took Karen by the arm, leading her toward the front door. "Mrs. Boyd will be here in a couple of hours... You've been alone long enough today," he added sounding more like a parent than a son."Nice seeing you again, Mrs. Hall," Karen said at the door, and she hurried out in front. Marcus Wilson Roosevelt was arrested on suspicion of murder at 5 in the morning right after we met with Daddy in Brookside. The SWAT team was in place but wasn’t needed. Marcus lived with his mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, two sisters, two nieces and one nephew. In a small, two-bedroom home only three blocks from Sergeant Finch.His was a small, sad, familiar story. He had somehow scammed his way past SafeGuard Protection’s drug tests. This wasn’t much of a surprise considering the. Lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, foundation, and allmanner of cosmetics. I attempted to get up but was quickly pushed backdown. I could only watch helplessly as they inched closer, grins ontheir faces with makeup held like scalpels. One of them had no makeup.Instead, she held several coils of rope. Together with Sophia and oneother, they bound my arms to the armrest and wrapped a coil tightly justunderneath my breasts, pinning me to the chair. As they did so, theytalked over each other about all.