I had no trouble finding the quiet spot from the previous night. There, lying on the wet grass, were five empty Irish whiskey bottles. I carefully pic...ed them up to take home. Who was the mysterious little green man. Surely his fingerprints would be on the bottles, and probably his DNA too. I could see no trace of him on the grass, although there was still a clear indentation where I had been sitting. I continued to ponder the problem for the rest of the day.The next morning I was in half a. "What is wrong Emily?" Caitlyn said, "You are one of the girls now. Itshould be fun, but you should probably drink two of your bottles right nowif you know what is good for you. This might take a while."Caitlyn got on top of me forcing a bottle in my mouth and she threatenedto beat me up. Even more tears went down the sides of my face as I justsucked on the bottle nipple. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn't move.I just kept drinking the bottles as Caitlyn gave them to me. As Ifinished, I had. What do you think?" She lived in a wild and often violent time," Alyssa said. "If you can skip over any gory parts, I think it's a fine idea. James is really curious about Jim and now Chante." Those years weren't as near violent as today," Lewis said. Just look at the TV news or newspapers. I don't think you should skip over anything Chante wrote," he suggested. Turning toward Alyssa he added, "The boy should hear the true facts of what happened back then." Taking Alyssa's hand he continued,. Being alone again gave me the opportunity to give my cock a rest, read a book and think things over, but after about an hour and a half my eyes felt heavy and I must have been interested to study the insides of my eyelids for a while.I must have dozed off for quite a long time; the sun was at a complete different place than when I started to relax and reading my book. I kept my eyes closed in order to concentrate on my thoughts when I felt someone was looking at me, it must be on my right side.