She popped the one out of his camera and then let it drop to the floor.Joy put the discs in my front pocket and then told the bastard to hit the road....He started at her and I pulled my fist back again. That little computer geek could not take me. I had been working that farm most of my life. I was physically fit and strong as an ox, according to my doctor. I just smiled as he walked to his car and peeled out leaving a dust cloud behind him.Joy asked, “Can I stay here? I don’t have anywhere to. "Shame to waste the moment, hmm?" he said, giving himself a wink in themirror.Not many people would find such an average body and face to be arousing,but for Todd looking at his own reflection seemed to almost be anaphrodisiac. He quickly zipped down his fly and slid off his pants andunderwear, tossing them out the door and onto the bed. Grabbing a bottleof shower gel, the young accountant locked the bathroom door just in casesome motel staff member was to blunder in for some errand. Running. "No, cunt, you're not gonna make a fucking sound!" he informed her. "Nobody's gonna hear anything from you, you fucking cunt! NOT A SOUND!"He then brandished a "knife" (actually a pair of EMT safety scissors) and proceeded to cut little notches in strategic locations throughout her pretty summer dress.Flipping her over onto her back, he continued to cut little notches here and there on the front of her thin dress (bought by me from the Goodwill, just for this scene.) "I'm not wasting anymore. The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, 1882-1898 byFrancis James Child I've lived all my years in the village of Chauterfield, in the lovely GrayThistle Glen some thirty miles into the Southern Uplands of Scotland. Chauterfieldlies a few miles south by southwest from a stark bluff that the locals call "TheMound". A spring issues forth mid way down the western slope of that bluff.It skips and splashes along its way near the forested path and runs on downto the floor of the glen below. This.