"It's a beach we cleaned up, there was a bunch of drug shit here," Zoesaid. "Ricky, look, that's where we brushed the sand. We were the lastpeople her...." Thank fuck," Richard muttered. He had long surpassed his limit of shitto deal with. Having more evidence of those same losers staring him inthe face - or, much worse, meeting the losers themselves - would havebeen far too much for him that day."Do either of you want to sit down?" Zoe asked."That would be nice. I should have brought towels,". He put her arms up over her head. Keep them there, okay? She looked into his eyes and nodded. Youre so pretty, honey. he cooed. Youre so beautiful stretched out for me like this. I want to look at you, Baby. Her wavy, long, blond hair, was in a tangle around her face. Idle tendrils sloped to her slim neck and dipped into one exposed armpit. Her breasts were lifted slightly from her raised arms, forming small, firm mounds. The aureole were large, but her nipples were small. He couldnt keep. Suddenly, Rose was getting all she wanted in the middle of the night.The sex-crazed Rottweiler was humping her so often that she was constantly taking showers to wash the doggy spunk from her feminine folds and her heavily used rear door star. Rose was awash in the Rottweiler’s sticky seeds like some bitch running wild in the streets for any dog to hump. She had to get the scent off her or wind up raped by some strange dog with her heated scent sending out signals that any self-respecting male. Everything of value, including the livestock had been taken. I found a book that had been left behind.It was the journal of a man named Clarence Harrison. I assumed that Harrison was the corpse that I had found. In the book were the daily meanderings of Mr. Harrison, who was a miner. He told of finding a deposit of gold ore, and also finding some silver ore only about twelve miles from the gold strike. There were directions to both sites, and the mention of samples of the ore that were in the.