So far, from all of what we could gather, it looked like the Romanoff gang was concentrating its efforts among recent Russian immigrants who had start...d small businesses in the City. Between the police resources already being strained too far and the fact that the victims were afraid of any police contact, the Romanoff gang was having a free run.We knew where to find Romanoff, but we did not know how big his operation had grown. If it were still a small operation, we could knock it off just by. Liv and her dad had visited this particular stream many times when she was a young girl. A small tear came to her eye as memories came flooding back. She, her dad and his best friend Mitch, who often accompanied them, would joke with each other while panning the little stream winding through the high country in front of her. Those had been happy times and Liv always looked forward to their next excursion with the same excitement most kids reserved for trips to Disneyland.Their prospecting. My own orgasm receded and my breath hissed through my teeth, my fingers still clutching his shoulders. Then, exhausted and delightfully relaxed, I laid back on the wet table, almost completely naked and his cock still inside me and threw my arms over my head and let the rain wash over me. Passion diffused and activity finished, the rain made me cold, fast. Kurt pulled out and we struggled our wet clothes back together, laughing nervously as the rain eased, knowing we had to beat it out of there. Every time you got my sister a pretty dress or toys. I cried inside andat nighttime I cried to God. I blamed God for creating me the way I am.Why did you not buy pretty dresses for me? Why did you not brush my hairas long as you did with hers? Why did you not buy me the same toys shehad. If you only knew how sad I was, then you would understand. I stilldo this, when she gets things and I just can see. It's hard looking andnot being able to enjoy. You know Louisa. She is my best friend. But she.