Her voyeur was a pudgy young man, pointing his cell phone at her. She stood up on wobbly legs, and walked towards him. She grabbed the voyeur's hand, ...weat breaking out on the man's forehead, and led him over to the bushes. Like a good slut, she got on her knees. It's where all women belonged, on their knees, ready to please some man."Shit!" the pudgy voyeur grunted."Hurry up and fuck me!" Ruth moaned."Shit!" Did the fat fucker know any more words?He dropped to his knees behind her, shoved his. There was a dull alert in the furthest reaches of his mind, something too muffled to really cause concern but to arouse curiosity. The trees painted silhouettes replicas across the grass and they seemed to barely sway in the breeze. Samiel could see the store across the street at the corner of the intersection, it wasn’t far at all. A speck of movement caught his eye and it caused him to turn his head and look, the sight alleviated his curiosity and silenced the alarm completely. There were two. Nirmal got angry and told me to either convince my mom to have sex with him or that he will anyways rape her. My mom said to him, “I have a husband, you idiot.”Nirmal told her that if he let her fuck him once he wouldn’t let anybody know anything here. My mom was silent, angry and confused, not knowing what to do. Nirmal thought of another approach.He told mom, “Ok I don’t want to have sex with you but I have another idea.” Mom asked what was it. He said let your son do what I ask him to do. My. The FBI Field Agents are on their way here as we speak, in two helicopters.“I told them about the island with the airstrip, and where it is - north of Stewart. They’re following the river along the Mississippi side - on their way down and we need to park these three vehicles on top of the levee, with the lights running so they can spot us.”Shirl said, “Damn. I was so afraid some of that bunch would either come here, or come past the Montague Farm while you were there.”“You forget, I had Rondo.