All I mean by that is that I absolutely HATE shopping. I never understood how women can spent an entire day going from store to store, tying on outfit...after outfit, only to buy one (or none) by the end of the day. So you can imagine just how thrilled I was when my friend asked me to accompany her for a day of shopping (just to be clear, I am being sarcastic, lol). Unfortunately, I had already turned her down twice and was feeling like a horrible friend. Because of that damned conscience of. Her hair was a sandy bron long at the shoulders, her white blouse was crisp with just the right amount of cleavage highlighted by a pearl cut diamond resting gently between her breast. When she stood up her waistline was thin and her hips swayed back she turned as if to give me a better look at her nice tight ass. We shook hands her palm was moist and she traced the inside of my hand with her finger and said "hi I'm Sabrina" the recruiting coordinator, we will be working together for the next. He rolled his sleeves up to the elbow and untucked his shirt tails from his black chinos. With me wearing a skinny black t-shirt that said “I love Zombies”, red streaks in my hair and a ribbon choker with a dagger pendent, we looked like a pretty odd couple. The idea of the game was to keep back anything you could. Well, for me it was. For Graham it was to take whatever he could. Other than the one time, when I’d caught a lucky, Goth-booted kick to his groin, I’d never managed to stop him. He then passed me some cooked pasta in a bowl, which also tasted of goat.It was going to be a long three days.The rest of daylight was spent walking and ascending.When it became too dark for Pepe to see the track we stopped and made camp. With a fire going, and the aroma of coffee brewing, I relaxed my aching muscles and sore feet. It was obvious now why a horse would have been an encumbrance. Even the sure-footed mule had difficulty on some parts of the track, and I am being generous in.