Ropes, ladder rack, chainsaw, mix, bar oil, handyman jack, slick, shovel, bucket of sand, drawknife, whetstone, clothes, tipi and liner, stakes lacing...pins, hemp rope, liner rope and mallet.” I touched each item while reading off Hairy’s checklist.Then MY list, “Rifles, Hawken and .36 cal in blanket cases, two pistols... 53 cal and .36. Possibles bag with regalia, pouch with flints, leather and powder, both horns, can of 3f and one of 4, yard of pillow ticking, bear grease, touch hole picks.. Kae bar chawal aur sabji bhi jal jati but hum apni masti me lage rehte. Mujhe back side (ass hole) me karna inki wajah se pasand ane laga. Nae to pehle jab kiya tha jab bhi kiya tha meri jaan nikal jati thi. Ye itna pyar se karte hai ki mujhe pain kam hota hai aur enjoy bahot karti hu. Ab kuitya hu to asshole me hi karenge na.Ab me 1 din ki bat batati hu. Mere pati ghar se subah hi nikal gaye the me inko (rocky) ko call kar rahi thi but ye phone hi nae utha rahe the. Mujhe gussa aa raha tha.. The train clatters across the track junction, disturbing me from my erotic machinations, I look across at the girl and she is looking out the window, the man behind her is now looking elsewhere, my heart sinks, perhaps I just imagined it all, and as if to hid my disappointment, I lift my bag onto my lap and protect my exposed flesh, below my short hemline.My disappointment is short lived as I feel his fingers touch me mid thigh, soft and whispy at first, like dipping ones toe into the water and. I thought I herd a noise and slowed my walk, went about ten yards and spotted a man, also without anything on, off the trail about twenty feet. he did not hear me as I moved a little further. Carol was leaning against a tree, arms above her head, legs spreed. Not wanting to bother her, the situation did not call for me to step in, I turned around and went back to the Jeep. I would say about thirty minutes later she come back down the trail, opened the Jeep passenger door and got in. I asked her.