I was really getting to like Rachel she was cute, quirky, and funny and had her own unique personality. Rachel and I started dating we went to a rodeo...where she fit right in, then a stock car race, and tonight we went to a Brad Paisley concert and some dancing. It was date number four and both of us knew that if she did not put out tonight this relationship was over. We pulled up to my new log cabin, and I could see by the look on Rachel’s face that she was thinking” there is no way I’m not. Now I suppose you want to know who fucked who don't you. Well I already told you that I was a part of the fuck fest, I enjoyed it too. It was the tall, dark, handsome and very nicely endowed father of the Fulton family, Michael, and while I was riding him cowgirl style no less than nine bowlers were actively engaged with members of the public. They were perennial fuck fest participants, the Crows Danita Mueller and Eva Collis of the Bulldogs, Ashley Gifford of the Kangaroos, Brenda Wall and Ray. No, Rael did not believe his assassin was incompetent, but instead was arrogant. Whoever he was, the man probably had not imagined his attack would fail. That it had would not stop him. And Rael was in a precarious position; he was surrounded by guards and soldiers and security, true, but he was also stuck to a fixed location, followed a predictable routine, and regularly found himself vulnerable and exposed during battles. The assassin would strike again, and this time he would be careful and. "Her friend replied, "Lucy, you're such a perv. He's a teacher. I bet he's married." Mr. Williams is divorced, and relax, I'm just imagining. Imagining his strong arms wrapped around me. Both of us naked." Lol, I mean he does have nice arms."I replied, "Exactly, I'm just saying, I'd bang him and blow him too. Whatever he wanted. I bet he'd go down on me too." Lucy, I'm teaching a class here. Is it getting in the way of your texting?" Mr. Williams asked. He grabbed my phone out of my hands.