” He disconnected the call.This had gone far enough. I needed to do something, but all I had was a phone number. Maybe the internet? I searched ...��reverse number look-up.” There were a lot of sites that required a subscription or payment to do anything. Finally, I clicked on a link that shocked me – it didn't ask for my credit card info before letting me look around. There was a field for a phone number, so I keyed in hers and hit enter. Phone registered to: Marcy Conrad, age. As he opened the door and walked in, before seeing the clerk, as hischeeks burned bright red. "You didn't have enough and are stocking menow, are we?" Rodge said looking up from behind the counter. Jim didn'tknow what to say. "Umm no I wasn't I was." Jim stumbled through trying toexplain. "It's okay Slut, I know what's going on, you were waiting at thebar for the store to open, had to come stock up on slut supplies!" hesaid coming around the counter. "So what is my sissy slut here fortoday?". At least somebody thought of this, suddenly all of the bands are out here. Plenty more screaming at that then Steph comes over to me. She leans in close to my ears so we can shout and hear each other. ‘I want to do the lesbian longing song.’ Ah hell we haven’t practiced that one much. ‘Are you sure?’ Steph nods then heads for Mark. I’m unsure on this but well fuck I can do this. Hell it’s even almost entirely mine on the lyrics. Steph helped do the music for it and we only got a little help on. I should do it myself, but I can’t leave the flock. Somebody needs to get after Buford before he leaves these parts forever. I know he went up to the high meadows, because I could tell he’d been in the shack. But I didn’t find any evidence that he was still there. There’s another trail that leads down the south face of the mountain. We don’t use it for trailing sheep, but a man on a horse could ride it. I think he went that way.”“I need to get home,” said Frank weakly.“Your pa is probably back.