When the rains died down and the river shrank again, the dry stones failed to keep their grip on each other and down they came!"I think I can restore ...he bridge." I told Cor when I got back to the top of the riverbank.We rode back to where we had seen Plank and his family. His wife Opal and their older son Ketch were setting up their tent in an open field beside the road. Cor and I stopped to help, as the tent was a bit awkward for only two people."Where are Plank and Biter?" I asked Opal."I. The ‘powers that be’ don’t like rabble-rousers going around telling people that those ‘powers that be’ are illegitimate and corrupt. The rest? It’s faith. And I sure as heck can’t tell YOU to believe it. You have to decide for yourself.”“So what do you believe?”“That Orthodox Christianity and Buddhism do the best jobs at explaining the human condition and provide a good starting point for determining how to live your life. But in the end, only you can decide. For me, that means following the. Sinasa had turned slightly, one foot now on the arm of the love seat, body turned to the side. Violets face was in clear view now, Kasi wincing slightly but not from the pain of her over stuffed rear end but the sight of her mother's fingers curled in her lover's hair, tugging the small mouse's head up and down, 3 feet of pink fuck meat pulsing as it disappeared between the rodents soft lips.Sinasa head was rolled back, eyes closed in bliss at the feeling of the young teen aged fur sucking hir. She loves my father, and that's what led to the disaster.See, I keep my story files buried in the computer in a folder called "etymolgy," which is in another folder called "voced" for "vocational education," and that's in yet another called "univbus" for "university business." I figured those were places nobody in her right mind would go to look if she were just messing around with the computer. Actually, there's nothing wrong with my system that wouldn't have worked perfectly well if I hadn't.