As always, I appreciate your ratings and comments and I welcome any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you’re too hars..., I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again. I’m kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS — Chapter 2: Kindling CHAPTER 3 ‘Shhh! Shhhhhh! They’re coming!’ Rachel stiffened at the sound of hushed whispers and her ears burned as she walked cautiously down the steps. She turned to. We had already done a reasonably thorough job of checking out any possible source of fuel, and we were really concerned about being able to find enough gasoline to continue our trip even as far as St. Louis.We thought we could find enough regular gasoline to satisfy our needs, but we were not sure how long our engines would last using that for fuel. It was suggested that we switch to diesel engines, but none of us had any idea where to find such engines. On the other hand, our two people with. He has discussed the matter with many people, and they all agree that you are the perfect person for the job." Now, wait a minute. I'm not ready to be the chief. I don't know the first thing about the job." Yes you do! All of those things we mentioned are the kinds of things a chief would do. You are much more ready than anybody else that takes the job. You are just what we need to lead the village and do what's best for our children. Please say that you will take the job." OK, OK! I'll do it. She adored the attention men always seemed to want to provide her with. And yet she despised what they became in her presence. Pathetic, weak little puppy dogs, prepared to do anything she asked of them. Why did she attract such weaklings? Oh, there was never anything wrong with how they looked or their physiques. She always attracted partners that were great fun to look at. And sex wasn't too bad with them at first. But they always ended up begging her to let them please her. Perhaps not in.