Gerald was eleven when he accepted Christ. He was on a river boat in the Wisconsin Dells. His parents, grandparents, and sister had decided to vacatio... near to home this summer and enjoy the sites. They had visited “Witches Gulch,” on the trip already—a windy chasm with a small bridge that crossed it. Marian had lost her sun hat in the swirling waters below the bridge and was distraught. Grandma had given her hat to the crying girl. They saw real Indians perform at the top of a balanced rock,. It was to prove a long and difficult one with thousands of blind alleys and disappointments. Jacky, the biochemist directed our researches and we simply followed her instructions. We plodded laboriously up and down the genomes as we patiently identified likely looking genes and then located them on the various chromosomes of either man, mouse or horse. The most important creature in the early stages was the mouse. Thank God for Mice! They are the fastest breeders for producing usable lab. »Don't be so sheepish!«, I say, open my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. My hairy chest doesn't impress her much but as I pull the promised Fifty out of my pocket she straightens her back: »If you really want!«, she sniffs like a mouse. I'm the snake, and she sits in my trap, ready to be comsumed! With a big tug I pull the bloddy jumper over her head, shame about her dirty shirt stains her cheeks, but her defence weakens by the minute. I smile at her and murmur: »That's a good girl!« I pull. Oh goody! That was my favorite part of fucking; getting my insides coated with that hot stuff and visualizing those millions of the wigglers exploring my deepest recesses.Suddenly he stopped and asked, “Should I pull out?”“No, dammit!”He started moving again but asked, “What if you get pregnant?”I growled, “If I do you’ll be third in line today! Now shut up and finish this fuck!”Only a couple more strokes and I got those welcome hot spurts which almost always triggered my own orgasm. He held my.