Only rustlers were that unfriendly, and rustling was the most likely reason for all of those brands.Well, I like to pretend that I am not a fool, so I...turned around and rode away as fast as my horse and packhorse could move. The four men gained on me and kept up their shooting. I was afraid that they might shoot one of the horses, so I headed for a small dry trench that I had seen. I hesitate to call it an arroyo, but that’s what it resembled.The trench was only about four feet deep, so there. Nothing else was said. When he dropped me off he told me to give him a ring during the week when I felt up to it. Again I just nodded.I got into my car and drove home wondering what I was going to tell my husband about the scratches and Band Aids I was wearing. I concocted a story in my mind that was shocking enough to be believable. And my mind was playing out what really had happened over and over again and what would have happened if I hadn’t been rescued. My feelings were odd and shocking.. He knew when the girls showered they would give him a hug afterwards, fully naked, before they dressed, even if he was still in bed, and he took to sleeping naked to increase the erotic thrill of these hugs. Finally, one morning when Candy came into his room, wet from her shower, looking like a big-uddered erotic bimbo fuckdoll, he couldn't resist anymore. When she climbed onto the bed on all fours to press her ridiculous fuckmelons against him, he pushed the covers aside and pulled her naked. I had to search my heart for a while, but Mom settled it in my mind one night when Mickey had gone to a lesbian orgy. We had just finished a lovely missionary fuck in the moonlight. "You know, dear, you really are in love with Mickey. I know its hard to tell here, but she loves you too. I think you should do it. have her children, then if you want you can bring them back when they finish puberty. I doubt youngsters would mature on the island. You know the island will always be here. There.