. and wondered why she had been so reluctant to give up a night alone in her dumpy apartment for a French meal at Fisherman's Wharf overlooking the Sa... Francisco Bay.She glanced around the restaurant again. The lights were low, the atmosphere hushed. Waiters moved across the deep carpet as quietly as cats. And Francois, her date for the evening, with his lean, handsome face, his classic features, the touch of gray at his temples that made him look even more distinguished than his accent could. One last sob rose from my throat as I buried my face in the dirt. When I woke up I would be staring at the scene. A ghost, an essence staring at the girl laying in the dirt. Her dress muddy and torn. Her panties ripped and discarded beside her. Police surrounding her. Putting up that police tape and shaking their heads all the time wondering what kind of person would do this to some poor girl. A coroner would come and swab her. Finding bodily fluids and minute traces of semen. Poor girl the. I asked her to go to other side of the park where we get more privacy. She agreed we went there. Then she removed 2 buttons of my shirt and licked my nipple and massages my dick over my pant. I was in heaven and I started to press her boobs and ass. Wow she lost her control and said please take me to somewhere where u can fill my desires.I decided to take her to my room and we left the park immediately. While sitting in auto she was holding my hands tightly and even batting her own lips. We. They also ok'd Charlie to install internal phones for them too, so they could make plans and order food and such.By now I felt like I was making good progress, but I wasn't done by any stretch. I still intended to make horses the main means of transportation after things settled out, but for the building push we'd need at least a showing at a road or two.We had trees to harvest, bricks to make, sand and gravel to procure, and concrete to mix, and pour. I wasn't about to take on an asphalt.