It's a shame, but that the way it is sometimes. So why do you want to be my friend? We don't know each other. Out of the clear blue you swoop down...and say, "HEY! You want to be friends?" --I don't know you! For all I know, you could be an axe murderer! Or worse, you could be Keith Alexander, and you just happen to have ME in your sights at the moment! I certainly don't want to be friends with HIM. Then on the other hand, there's the old saying, "Keep your friends close, but keep. When I reached a small stream, I stopped and together we found he had been shot in the thigh, just above the knee and that the ball was still in him. I offered to cut it out, but he took one look at my big knife and declined so I bandaged him as well and tightly as I could. His boot was full of blood.Two days later, two very wet and hungry days, we emerged in some pasture land, and I spied a barn in the distance. As we made our three-legged way toward it and the house became visible, I was. You are finally going to learn your place. It is a shame that people have spoiled you this way. You are such a pretty bitch."I stood there, helpless and in shock as his lips moved lightly over my neck which had been exposed by his firm grip on my long, blonde hair. I started crying quietly but I think that I was crying more from the frustration I felt at being so totally helpless than anything else.I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off of me, to take his lips off of me. The nerve of. Not that these tiny titties weren't trying to poke through hisshirt though - I just can't win. Will looked a little disappointed bythe cover up, but I was feeling self-conscience enough with my bodyright now - I really didn't need his stares. I did sit next to himthough, that should count for something...He looked to be contemplating his next topic of discussion. "You...Well, you know... That was... I really enjoyed that." He stood,finishing off his drink and moved to the bar area for a.