14:30 Friday, June 28th, 1991Mobil Station, I-10 Frontage (Westbound)Beaumont, CA"Go on," Ben nudged.Sandy shrugged. She walked up to the cashier, the...credit card from the ranch in her hand. She read the name on the card, "DeeCee Ranch". She realized the cashier wouldn't question her signature. When he looked at her, she said, "Numero trece."He replied, "Cincuenta siete dólares," so she handed over the card.A moment or so later, the receipt printer chattered, and she signed the slip. Just. Our kisses were slow and sensual. Sometimes our tongues were exploring each other's mouths, sometimes we were gently biting and sucking each other's lips. I unsnapped Sammy's bra, and she lowered her arms for just enough time to let it slip to the floor, then our naked breasts were pressed together, and I felt her erect nipples pressing into my flesh. I looked over at the bed. The fucking couple had not noticed my entrance, so I quietly stood up. Taking Sammy's hand, I led her out of the room.. " Sounds right," Patrick said in agreement with his son's calculations. Despite the much needed influx of cash this job was going to bring, he wasn't approaching it with any measure of enthusiasm.The lack of which hadn't gone unnoticed by his son who inquired if there was something bothering him. Patrick gave a noncommittal answer, simply stating that it seemed a great waste to trash away a building that has such history to it."Speaking of history, I heard something really interesting about. He talked about an online chess tournament he wanted to join. He talked and talked and talked... until the damn bell rang for first period. Bree had never killed anyone before. She had no weapons on her. She was not a big fan of v******e of any kind to be honest. At that moment though she wondered if Mike could withstand a firm beating from her math book. It was quite heavy and he was quite small. He walked beside her to her first class not knowing of his imaginary death by math book. The first.