He walked in, and he spotted the two. Inga gave a pretty smile and waved while Josh simply looked at his drink. “This is gonna be good,” Brad thou...ht to himself as he walked over with a smirk. As he neared the table, Inga stood up and hugged him, and he hugged back, getting a good feel of her curves and reveled in the feel of her breasts squishing up against him.“So nice to finally meet y’all,” Brad Said“Same, we are so excited, we have been looking forward to meeting you for weeks!” Inga said. It was hot and clammy, so she decided to remove her tight fitting t-shirt. She tightened one strap of her turquoise sheen cotton bra, cupping her breasts with her arm. They pushed up slightly and she noticed the faintest hint of a love bite, placed just above her nipple the evening before. She felt a slight tingle in the base of her stomach, as she recalled precisely how gently his tongue had traced a circuitous route, down along the side of her neck to her shoulder, then proceeding to page. My two year old son Billy, Jr., and my nine month old daughter Mary were also missing. The Apaches must have decided to adopt the children and Martha was kept alive to care for them. Martha might well have been raped, but at least she was probably alive.It only took me 15 minutes to unharness my horse and throw a saddle on him before I took off for Crosley's Wells to telegraph the nearest fort about the Apache raid. The sooner the Army got on the job, the sooner my family would be returned to. Vic was 'from away', meaning not local and very much isolated. Social leper is an extreme term, but until Vic proved his value to the social structure that is High School teen reality, he was alone and vulnerable and desperate to belong. That made him a perfect target for the Bitch & Bastard Brigade.On this first day of school Vic had arrived early and was standing by his locker in the not too crowded hall. He faced his open locker so he didn't see them and it was noisy enough that he smelled.