We ran back to the bon fire and acted as though nothing had happened at all. His mom, a girl named Vicky, was a known slut here anyway and I really ho...ed she would just drop dead..LOL.. Of course she didn't and she took Ben away and I was now with the other young people that were too young to do anything where alcohol was being served. I left the fire about a half hour later and went back up to the couple I was staying with and just sat there in their front room, watching TV and playing with my. Next she felt a sharp pain course through her body as Jim's big rough hands slapped her arse with such power that Sharon let out a scream. "Thats it you whore", shouted Jim, " scream like the slut you are." Clint forced Sharon's face into the bed, which stifled her screams. Jim slapped her arse a few more times, but by now the pain was less intense as Tits arse became de-sensitised. Clint roughly grabbed Sharon's tits and squoze them. This caused Sharon's pain levels to rise again, but somehow,. I lost it, running at her and wrapping my hands around her neck...I had killed her! No!!I looked around quickly, wild-eyed. Nobody was there. People shout all the time in the city, so we didn't attract any attention, and my sudden throttling attack had silenced her. I ran away, crying, leaving the love of my life behind on the cold pavement.The murder appeared in the news but I was never contacted by the police. It seemed robbery was the obvious motive, as her purse was missing. Someone must. The food and beverage service was nearby, so the activity level was amazing. Food was simple—sandwiches, fruit, cold finger food and fresh baked bread and pastries. Available drinks were beer, lemonade, vintage soda and iced tea. Noteworthy was the ice cream churn, which could be heard all over the yard. The band director let it beat the time, rather than fight it. The bar, located in the entry foyer, was also noteworthy. Rather than stock a full bar, they served only whiskey, coffee or an.