He banged on the door and yelled at her. We have a video of that as well." Are you telling me that you don't think Becky was a willing participant in ...hat I saw last Friday morning?" Well from what I have heard and seen so far, It has all the signs of a blackmail that is going bad," he told me."Joe. Can you let me run with this for another day or so? I think I have a way to find out what he is really up to." Well, I had just about decided to call her and tell her that I was stuck and not going. She pulled her skirt up to show me the white panties she was wearing. She made them herself. They were ruffled all the way around the leg holes and the waistband, but what was of particular attention was the zipper down the middle of the crotch. It went from about an inch from the front waistband, down over her pussy and butthole, and around her ass crack to about an inch from the back waistband, opening them up entirely, which she now did as she lowered herself down onto the erect cock I was. I climbed from my horse into the back of the wagon and found more bodies inside. That was when I realized that all of the bodies were those of women. Mick was examining the two bodies outside the wagon and when finished, climbed into the drivers’ place.“Paul, the two bodies out here are women and pretty dried up. The critters and birds have been at them. I’d guess they’ve been without water for at least a week, same for the horses. The cow looks like a recent death though,” he said while I. "Now, get about it," he growled, and went to take another drink as a reward for his labors. As I went about the housework and the cooking of supper, I took the chance of washing out a mason fruit jar and drying it carefully and lining it with Reynolds wrap, so nobody could see what might be inside. I took it into my bedroom and dropped the quarter into the jar. It rang against the empty bottom. For as much as a minute I stood gazing down on its lonesomeness, thinking how heavy the fruit jar.