"Christy left after heated words and we're all very worried." Yeah!" Chyna added, stepping up along side him."I don't know what happened out in Graham...and I don't see what that has to do with Christy's disappearance?" Kyle lied, his face flushed. "We have to get to school." Kyle! I have a source that says your girlfriend, the dead, and the missing were all a part of the same book club and that there are rumors of—" I'm going to school!" Kyle barked. "You're on private property. Get off and let. My companions were seven Cherokee Indians, one of them my brother.He was a brother by choice. My father was a famous trader who wasn’t home much, and my mother died from a fever I was eight years old. Old enough, in his opinion, to join him. I spent the next six years wandering the Trader’s Path up and down the backbone of the East Coast. Our wandering stopped when my father met Falling Sunshine, a young widow with an eleven-year-old son and nine-year-old daughter. Her husband had fallen in a. “Bastard!” she hissed. “I heard that”, and then she gathered her spit in her mouth, and once again splattered the head of my hard cock with it. Her saliva was everywhere, mingling with my discharged pre-cum, hanging from her mouth. Her fingers slid easily up and down along my wet shaft as she jerked me with quick strokes.“Yeah, that's right…” she crooned. “I’m not your sweet nice innocent girlfriend now, am I? “No, so I want to suck on your big, fat, filthy fucking COCK, right fucking. "Oh thank you Steve, your life saver!" she smiled before giving me a friendly hug "what do I owe you?" she then asked"How about some beer money?" I replied smiling"Okay, you sure?" she asked"Yeah, I hardly did anything, honestly beer money's fine!" I replied"Okay, i'll just get my purse" she smiled and wandered into her house.After a few minutes she came back out, and didn't appear to have the money."Oh i'm really sorry Steve, but I've got no money on me, i'm really sorry!" she then said.