Born sometime in the late twenties, he was raised dirt poor on a depression era farm, served in the Army during the world war, and come home to bury a...wife. He remarried and raised a family by scrapping out a living on that same farm, supplementing his income and larder by poaching deer, running a bit of shine now and then, and anything else that fell to his hand. Perhaps raising a little hell or taking a drink was an outlet for the stress of desperation.His one passion was turkey hunting, to. As they exited into another cavern they shot through a stream of water which soaked them all. While not another diamond cavern it did contain a lot of large crystals, some up to fifteen feet in length and up to a few feet in width, like the other caverns, this one was also illuminated to an extent they did not need to use the flashlights, similar to a dim twilight. They reconnoitered the cavern for other entrances/exists and determined none other existed except for three, the wormhole they. It beat the crap out of reality.In reality, Benjamin Blount was an average looking kid with brown hairgreen eyes a slight pimple problem and parents that treated him as if hewere some kind of career criminal. Dad was always telling him to dochores and mom was always reading some scare story about something kidsdid in another city and then acting as if Ben was going to run right outto do drugs or shoot up a schoolyard or rob old ladies and little kids.She had no sense of proportion or. Gwen grinned wickedly “I can’t take you anywhere! I guess I’ll just have to help you clean that up.” She leaned over and swiped her tongue over the ice cream, stopping to flick her cold tongue over Beth’s nipple. Beth shivered, and Gwen continued to lick the ice cream off her breasts. Beth was so unfocused from the attention being paid to her breasts, that she failed to notice Gwen’s hand stealthily reaching into the bowl, until a huge spoonful of ice cream landed between Beth’s.