-----------…Which was why she was attempting, pathetically, to turn their weekend hiking trip into an imaginary kidnapping.It was Friday. They had l...ft as soon after work as possible but it was already dark and negotiating the winding mountain road they were on would take another hour or so. She had been to the cabin before and it was a very basic hewn-log affair without indoor plumbing or electricity—perfect for a kidnapper’s hideout.She thought about all the things she’d imagined that the. Johnson, you are really having an effect on me. I want to sit on your face.” That was all I needed to hear and I moved her up on my chest so she was astride my shoulders. I held her slim hips in my hands and slowly licked at her labia. Her moaning became audible as I darted my tongue around her sweet clitoris. Her scent was a heavy sexual musk and her taste was divine. I hungrily ate of her. I could feel her stiffen as the first wave of orgasm hit her. She ground her sweet cunt into my face. "Don't be stupid. Lay off the booze and stay away from his piece. This is a company function, remember? It's not a kegger behind the frat house." I'll take that under advisement," I promised him.And I did, deciding that he was probably right and that my judgment just might be a tad bit affected by the alcohol. I vowed to stay away from Mrs. Remington and be a good little accountant, worthy of the great BR&D name.My vow lasted until shortly after the dinner plates were cleaned up and carted. Grossman and several others. How is Mr. Tremaine a Prophet?” Jeannie inquired as she rejoined them.“He’s a Prophet because he was chosen by God and it was revealed through an angel. He’s not the main Prophet, my dear, but he is the only one in this group. We’re part of a traveling tribe here. We’re going westward toward Haven, a community that serves as a refuge or asylum, a place that is the foundation for the new society or civilization that will bring us out of the new Dark Ages back into.