..the lovely virgin miss Hayek was in her stagecoach in this old west when the stagecoach was attacked by cowboys. They shot and killed everyone onbo...rd but the beautiful Salma Hayek. She bolted away, knowing she would be kept as a sex toy. But they caught her quickly. ?Don’t resist miss, or you will dearly regret it.? one man said, as he brutally smacked her with a massive cattle whip. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears...her dress shredded from the impact, and the beautiful. He sensed that Jessica felt awkward about it."Alright, how many on your party?" the ride attendant asked."There are four of us." "Okay then, you two go in the first compartment and you two go in theback one."Ashley & Rick hoped into the front seating area of the log. It was onelong cushion seat with no partition. Rick got in first and Ashley satright in front of him. He pulled her back into him and held her tightlytelling her that he would hold unto her real tight when they went downthe steep. Too many days wasted in emptiness. He would kiss me passionately as he left whispering lightly into my ear ‘I’ll see you soon.’ The days would pass as I eagerly waited for soon to arrive. I would check my phone messages over and over again just to make sure there weren’t any that I had missed accidentally, there never were. As they days turned into weeks, there would still be no word. The white-hot passion we shared would evolve into something else, rage. I was enraged with myself for giving. Is it her you want to talk to?”“No, actually it was you, but if you’re busy...” She pointed at the sheet he was holding.“No, just folding laundry. Nothing important.”“Well, I can help you. Folding sheets is hard for one person.”“Okay, come on in.” She entered further into the house, and he led her into the small living room where he had set the laundry basket on a coffee table. A pile of semi-neatly folded linens was on the table, with more still in the basket.“What is it you wanted to talk.