‘What was your favorite story when you were little?’ the girl asked the boy. ‘Little Red Riding Hood. I was perverted even then.’ ‘Haha what...are you talking about?’ The boy turned to face her. ‘Okay look – you’ve got this young girl, probably around eighteen or nineteen, in this skimpy red outfit prancing along in the woods with a basket.’ ‘Skimpy?’ ‘Oh of course,’ he smiled. ‘That’s how I’ve always pictured it.’ ‘I guess I can see what you’re talking about.. then the predatory wolf comes. In the lounge at that time were two couples and about ten guys eight of which we found suitable to our need from first glance but as we talked to them over drinks we narrowed them down to two we were really interested in. One of the guys looked like a male model slim, tall and clean shaven, the other had a six o'clock shadow was stocky and would have been about five foot four if he was lucky, the thing that attracted us too them was between their legs two very impressive cocks and they weren't. So I did a couple of drive bys of his house in the days before the meeting, just to check it out. I also arranged with a friend that if I didn't get in touch with her by midnight then to send the cops (i told her it was a date with a chick, she wasn't happy cause she liked me but that's another story). So the day finally arrived. Work had gone so slow. I rushed home, showered, jumped in the car and drive to Warrens, knocked on the door with baited breath. He opened it... "hello" "hi" I said "we. He took a pace forward, and then paused, glancing about one last time before continuing on and disappearing from sight. I watched through the scope of my rifle, tracking Rugar’s movements when I spotted him wandering about the inner courtyard of the compound, before sweeping my gaze about at the containers that made up the place. Ten minutes after Rugar had entered the place, he waved us on down.As I approached the open vehicle bay I spotted a set of tracks leading off towards the other side of.