’ ‘We need something quick and deadly,’ he said. ‘What did you have in mind?’ ‘I have no idea.’ I turned left onto Haverford Avenue, dro...e past the light and parked at Wynnewood Lanes. Jeff was looking at me strangely as I slowed down and parked. ‘We’re going bowling?’ ‘What gave it away?’ I asked. He started to answer and laughed. ‘When did you learn to bowl?’ ‘I’ve been taking lessons.’ ‘I could have given you a book,’ he said, deadly serious. I smiled, shook my head and closed my eyes. ‘Once. After a long embrace the woman looked at Emiko with a smirk on her face then turned to speak. ‘So my brother goes abroad to beat up some old fogey fighters and not only comes up unscathed except for one time. ‘ The woman said as she turned to Emiko and continued. ‘It just so happens to be this lovely thing right here, tell me Matt after you were fighting did you roll around with each other a little at least?’ The woman then winked at Emiko smirking as the younger woman stared open mouthed. A crick could be a neck problem ... but it's not.)A sample campsite: Elevation 6300 feet. Mountains to 8500 to north. Campsite level, about 15 acres. Cook tent to the south end. Stream to east side. Many archaeologists tents erected along the west side of the stream. Most are typical pop tents. There are two painted tipis ... mine and the one I gave to Roy Reynolds.This description also goes in Field Notes. Ph.D.'s have been awarded describing archaeological campsites. We are Anthropologists. They make themselves cum while thinking about getting royally fucked by an older guy.So let’s get to the story of what happened between me and this girl. Her name is Caitlin. I first met her probably 5 years ago, making her about 14 years old. Even back then, she already had decent sized breasts for a girl her age, I remember thinking. She’s the daughter of a female friend of mine. My friend, Megan had been a single mom the entire time. She’d had a boyfriend here and there..