Shrugging his shoulders he said, "Suit yourself. If you change your mind, the number is on the card."Without another word he strode back to his ball a...d started his backswing.Dumbfounded, Trenton raised his voice. "Don't you know how to compromise, boy!"Phil looked at him coolly. "The reason we will be successful in turning your company around is that we will base our advice on fundamental principles. One compromises on issues, never on principles."With a clink, his six iron launched the ball. Giving up on getting her to release me, I finally stood up and walked back to the village. I could see Jessie standing with another three people, one large man with a huge beard and curly brown hair, one young woman just a bit older than us with long hair now unkempt and dirty and a boy about Jessie and my age. The two guys were wearing everyday clothing but the girl was wearing the flimsiest clothing I'd ever seen.Jessie nodded to me, smiling slightly at the sight of the girl wrapped across my. He nibbled on her lips, spreading them. Her hairless state let him touch everything, lick everything without distraction. His tongue wandered every part of her, licking roughly, forcibly. His teeth grazed where ever they wanted, letting no skin go untouched. He found her clit, hidden away and drew it out by sucking on it, hard. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, fighting the sudden painful/pleasurable sensations. He bit down and the pleasure went away to leave only pain. Anna bit down on. August 4th, 1877.Yet more evidence that I had somehow stepped back into time. That warrant had been for a later date, so this paper was old. Hell, the weather told me that.The top story was about a murder committed by a Bill Jacobson. The local town Sheriff, Tom Haydon, was applying for a warrant for the arrest of Mr. Jacobson. I wondered if that was the sheriff, who I had found dead in the cave.I also read the rest of the paper. It was very informative as to what was happening, locally. Some.