A picture is worth a thousand words."Don't take this personally, buddy." I stepped on the snake's head and drove the point of my knife through its spi...e. I gritted my teeth and stifled my gag reflex as I felt the crunch of the poor guy's bones. Aside from a few rodents in mousetraps, I had never killed anything larger than a fly. Having to kill to survive added an entirely new perspective to my place in the food chain. My grandmother used to remind me, "You are what you eat."Rocky, before he. When he logged into a NiS-related chat room, he soon discovered the buzz about the new website set up for Molly's friend Curt. Several kids mentioned chatting with Curt or Molly until the wee hours the previous night. He settled in for some serious chatting.Out at the pool, Cassie and Penny had failed to talk Lisa out of a single piece of clothing. Logic, begging, and even anger had all proven fruitless. Finally, as if they had arranged it, they both stood up, and Penny found her clothes."What. Holding her soft waist with one hand, he grabbed his mighty tool in the other. It was slick with her juices. He slowly ran the tip between her ass cheeks, and she found herself bending over a little further for him. He felt a hot, wet sensation touch the tip of his manhood and he instinctively pushed forward. Her pussy stretched open, gripping the top of his giant cock. ‘Ohhhh…’ she whispered, closing her eyes as she felt her body get penetrated. Ryan lifted up, forcing the entire length of his. The Suburban screeches itstires and speeds away. Buckshot from the ricochet rattles across thepavement and the sulfurous stench of gunpowder assaults my senses. My eyeswater, and my ears ring in the aftermath of the deafening shotgun blast.I pull myself to my hands and knees and crawl over to Jose. His head issticky with blood, and his eyes are rolled back. I grab his cell phone,stagger to my feet and run as best I can down the alley, away from thebloody scene on Rampart. I find Jose's.