”As Farzan stood aside, he revealed his personal transport: a large chariot made of the same brass material as the castle. Two white horses were hit...hed to the front of the chariot, ready and eager to begin their travels.“Impressive,” Mike marveled. “But, there’s not exactly any road in front of us? How will a chariot help us in the desert?”Chuckling, Farzan replied, “You underestimate us, my friend. Please, climb aboard; we have taken care of everything.”The couple nodded, realizing that he. They are so sexy."My butt cheeks were exposed!I then put on a pair of white socks with pink trim on the top and herwhite and pink tennis shoes.Sara handed me one of her t-shirts, baby blue in color.I looked like some kind of sissy. She laughed as she watched me.Oh well, what could I do.We packed up everything (that was left) and started to hike.After a long walk we made our way to the top of a mountain.They were two other couples already there enjoying the view.As we approached them the looks. I knew the forest like any seasoned explorer. I, David, was the Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett of those sylvan lands. I was on a Saturday expedition, on my own, down a frozen stream bed that chilly afternoon when it happened.In the summer before, I had 'river-walked' the shallow waters of this brook. Now, I was hiking the ice along the same passage. The banks rose above my head only a couple feet, making them about seven deep. Rocks and lumpy, clumpy dirt and tree roots lined the incline. The. ”“I don’t think he’ll try anything physical. It’ll probably be something else.”“Either way you need to be careful. Now get out there and sell Christmas trees.”“Aye, Aye Captain.”“Keep that shit up and I’ll kick your ass myself.”I headed out to the Christmas tree lot. We were actually pretty busy. The first hour of so, about 18 trees were sold. Then my night went straight into the shitter. I saw Mom’s minivan pull up, she was alone, so that was a bonus. I could definitely see she wasn’t happy.