. what do we do now?" First, we gather anything of real value. Then we put the bodies in the wagons, and bring them here to this gully. We're going to...burn the bodies and everything else, after we push the wagons into this here gully." What about the horses?" Those we keep."They walked back to the wagons and began a thorough search. As they found something that they thought was worth keeping they set it aside. The first wagon had obviously belonged to the dead family and had good cookware, fine. Mine to own and please,’ he said and gave out a loud growl. ‘Did you show him your scars? Or are you still hiding them?’ ‘You can’t hurt me again, asshole. You cannot,’ she screamed more to herself that to him. ‘Confident, aren’t you?’ he asked and his steel like voice sent a chill down her spine. ‘If I were you, I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.’ ‘Fuck off, bastard,’ she said and slammed the phone shut. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart. He can’t hurt you. Not anymore. She. "Don't you remember I asked you if I could go?" I do remember. And you have been there all afternoon?" I nodded. "Are you sure?" My mother asked. That's usually the line she uses to figure out if she should spank me herself and not just my father. I paused not knowing what to say until finally I just muttered, "maybe." Maybe, huh?" she said. "Well, maybe you could explain this?" She held open her hand showing me five crushed cigarette butts. "I went up to your room because it smelled of smoke.. “Oh fuck… yeah that’s so good… how d’ya feel now… oh god!”Emily screamed out expletives as she came, bucking around almost to the point of losing balance.She let go of Emma’s head and let her sit back on her heels, before throwing her head back and unleashing a powerful squirt of juice all over the Brit’s face, splashing over her dress and up into her dishevelled hair.“Bravo, Em; you really did keep her busy!” Miley laughed from behind her friend.“Get up slut; I’ve got a present for ya!”Emma.