Running. Little did you know, they like it when you run. They can smell your fear and it excites them. They salivate at the chance to grab you and tak... you into the dark. You don't know but 500 meters on your flank the youngest of the hunting party is watching your doe like attitude and is fingering herself to the thought of ravishing your poor broken body. She licks the shaft of her spear and a deep purr comes from her throat as she imagines the collar around your throat, the chains. He can't even hurt you. What's your name anyway?" B-b-bo-bb-bobby" Well Bobby, he can't hurt you. He's not real?"He looked at me like I had grown antlers or something, "Y-y-yes he is." No, silly, this is just a dream. He's not really real at all." I-I-I know, it's-s-s a d-d-d-dream," he squeaked out. "B-But-t it-t-t-t-t k-k-kee-p-ps-s coming b-b-back. Ev-e-e-evv-rr-every night." Yeah, but it's still just a dream. You don't have to be afraid of it at all, Bobby. Has he ever caught you?" No! He. She was ready too, and we both hissed as I slid it in.We kissed like we'd been separated by ages, by uncountable miles, as I fucked her from behind and reached into her shirt to clasp her heavy breasts - the breasts that swayed so hypnotically whenever she didn't wear a bra. Like tonight. Like at the dinner table. Like when she came so innocently into my room. I pulled her hair. She bit my lip. She grinded against me. I touched her everywhere, and she moaned into my mouth as I came in her. Then. On one side was written 'Front Toward Enemy.'"I've been saving these to give back to the Army. Found them in one of their Hummers, under some debris. But I think you may have a better use for 'em," Finn's dad said grimly."You have SAWS and Claymores?" Liv stared at the deadly packages. During her paintball excursions, her dad's friends had talked about them, but she had never seen one in person. She knew that inside each Claymore mine were hundreds of 1/8" steel, ball bearings, packed on top of.