. She knew Mike didn't like her to disturb him at work in the sheds, but she couldn't wait until he came back. It might be too late... Sandra ran ligh...ly across the yard, and headed straight for the dairy, relieved to find a light there. She let herself quietly in by the back way, anxious not to disturb him, and stealthily made her way towards the far end where the machinery was. She could hear muffled voices, and silently prayed that Mike wouldn't be angry at her for disturbing him.Suddenly,. In fact, I noticed her the day campers started arriving. She was a fifteen-year-old who could convince you in a minute she was twenty-one. First of all, she was stacked. I hesitate to guess what her bra size was. It was definitely missing under the shortened T-shirt she wore. She didn’t quite show the underside of her boobs with the cut of the shirt, but if I’d been sitting down, I’d definitely have had a view. An acre of skin, including her tight tummy and little innie navel, was exposed. Going west seemed like a good decision, and Jake never regretted it.Since then, Jake had learned to herd cows, cook on the trail, find waterholes, and drink overpriced beer. He'd gotten used to the smell of cattle and horses much more than he liked, but the life suited him well. A few times he had to use his fists, his knife, or his gun. As in the war, he was lucky in such encounters, some others were not.Part of Jake's luck was his lack of sentimentality in such encounters. Still, he hoped the. I couldn’t see it clearly enough to tell how bad the wound was.Fiti and the other two had shown up as we started towards the pool. They stayed on the bank as Fiti started to re-leash the tracking dog who was bouncing back and forth while barking.I followed Sammy into the pool and as he grabbed for the hog, suddenly I heard a lot of racket coming from the far bank. There was a bunch of small trees getting shaken about and a lot of squealing.About 15 ft back up the stream on the far side, a.