"Never mind, we'll just climb up there then you'll see it." Is it like the one we stayed in way back there?" No, but there's slab of stone hanging ove... it. At least if we are going to be attacked, it's going to be from just the one direction. We're safe on three sides,"When they reached it, there were only five feet that they could crawl into. The opening was just long enough for Atlanta to fully recline in the prone position. They had to enter on their stomachs. The opening was only eighteen. I traveled up a winding dirt road to my secluded little shanty I would be calling home for the next few days and unloaded my belongings. The sun was beginning to set, and I could hear the crickets chirping away and watched as a few early lightning bugs starting their mating ritual. I chuckled as I remembered the old television show 3-2-1 Contact where they cartoon lightening bug lays in wait in the grass, frantically blinking to attract a male. Once he comes and then cums, she promptly eats. 'Keep searching the farmhouse.' Bob ordered his distracted and curious men.Bob's arms had been tied tightly behind his back. He was roughhoused up the stairs. The hard slap of a black hand on the soft roundness of his daughter's bottom brought yelps from his daughter, and laughter from the African men. The protests of Louise brought only further slaps, yelps and laughter. Bob sought to protest only to be forced to his knees on the stairs and beaten again. His daughter pleaded with them for. "The two of them walked off muttering and laughing to themselves. No doubt it would soon be all around the pub that there was a couple of lesbos in tonight. I suddenly felt less tranquil. Lena grinned at me through a slightly lopsided smile, she was on her way to being pissed, and I didn't relish the thought of having to carry her back. "That told 'em didn't it. I know their sort, a few drinks, then try to get you out the back for a quick shag up against the beer crates, pathetic." The scene.