It was too late, there wereseveral men surrounding her now. Two men grabbed her and held her as theman with the flashlight walked up to her."Looks lik... you're right about that. What do you think we should do withher?" Well, looks like she was wanting some cock, so let's give her what shewants!" Where did you come from?" she asked. "Please guys, just let me go andI'll never come back here again," she pleaded."We just stopped to take a rest and let our bikes cool down." And you can come back. " I'm familiar with French Postmodern philosophy."Vic looked delighted.Sarah glanced at the text Vic had been reading. Sartre. "Being and Nothingness" in French."You understand that?" she asked Vic."It's difficult. Barthes is such a lovely read, a real pleasure. Sartre may be difficult, at least this particular massive tome, but at least he tries to make sense unlike Foucault who seems to try not to. It's great for vocabulary as well." Is existentialism relevant to the postmodern?"Vic chuckled.. The trip was almost fifty minutes long because of both the slippery conditions as well as the distance. The house was in an area just north of Toronto, not too far from where Sofia & Rachael lived, but it was old and needed a lot of work. Seeing the condition of the property and a peek into Mary's mind told me that she didn't have too much extra money to put into frivolous things.After setting the luggage down inside the front door, "Let me take your coat Shawn."I handed it to her and said,. Nothing he found out tonight really bothered him deeply, in fact he was really looking forward to reliving a lot of Cindy's adventures with her sooner or later as she confessed what she had done. However first, he was gonna have fun with her tomorrow. This was too easy to pass up. When they got home he carried Cindy to their room and put her in bed. He stripped her completely first and flopped onto her back. Damn she looked good, Jake had already came 4 times in the last few hours. Twice in.