"Shaking my head, I sidled by the men and walked back and turned. The tunnel branched left and right, both ways crammed with more shit. All that kept ...oing through my head were stories my uncles told about VC tunnels in 'Nam where the Viet Cong and NVA (North Vietnamese Army) practically lived for much of the war in the late sixties and early seventies.I walked about a hundred feet down the right hand tunnel before I had to pull out my own flashlight to light my way. Another hundred and I saw. The spears were just pointed branches, prepared in a hurry, and weren’t particularly hard or sharp, but the snow beasts themselves provided the necessary force, the points piercing deep into their torsos.They squealed then, an even more haunting sound than their howls. The spear contraption disintegrated into sticks and splinters as the beasts twisted and writhed in an attempt to free themselves. The villagers fled from the commotion, but one—Fergus—was hit in the head by a flying spear handle. One evening Lee stopped by, we were just sitting and chatting, I noticed she was rubbing her neck off and on. ‘Sore?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ she replied. Without asking, I stepped over and began to massage her neck and shoulders. She relaxed and allowed my touch. She was wearing a button up blouse, I was pushing the neck opening first one way, then the other, when she reached up and unbuttoned it halfway. I slipped it off her shoulders, working the neck and shoulder muscles as she groaned at the. I had to ask her, "Have you ever had a really big cock in you?" She kissed my ear and whispered, "Yes, a very big one." I was getting hotter if that is possible and ask her to tell me about it, how big was it, did it hurt, were you able to take it all the way inside you, did he cum in you?She raised up and made me promise that I would never tell anyone what she was about to tell me. I eagerly swore to never tell a soul and she began to tell me about her allowing a black guy to fuck her. I.