" They call it the Tuposo," said Sheena. She was awake, sitting up on the blanket they had tossed over her. "It flows into the Lomami, and the Lomami ...lows into the Great River." The Congo?" asked Louie."Yes." So we've been going in the wrong direction," cried Gene. "Jesus fuckin' Christ. We've been going upstream. If we want to get to the Congo, we should be going downstream!"Louie rubbed his head. He was confused and irritated."Downstream, you will die," Sheena said."How so?" said. I lean over and rub his dick just for something to do, he starts to get hard so i decide to get alittle revenge. I move back into my own seat and take my shirt off, he looks at me and smiles,what are you up to? Just gettin comfortable, I answer dropping my shirt on the floor and rubbing my palms over my nipples to make them hard. I slide my hand into my shorts and rub my clit, I tip my head back and moan softly, He reachs over to tease my nipple but I tell him to keep his hands to himself, I. “Spirits of Divination,” she commanded, her face so pale, blue eyes wide, “reveal the fate of my husband to me!”My skin prickled. I couldn’t see the spirits, but I felt when she summoned them. We were united. Somehow, the circumstances of our birth let her manipulate the spirits that permeated the world. Our souls were connected, almost like we were once one being split into two different bodies.It made my head hurt thinking about it. If it was true, I certainly got the fun half.Her forehead. I'll deal with that idiot later, Mark promised himself as he tried to concentrate on his driving. The pair had just robbed a bank, had the police hot on their heels and were approaching a crucial point in their get-away plan.Every afternoon at exactly 3:10 a long freight train rolled through the town of Springville. It not only blocked the town's main intersection and brought traffic to a stand still, it also cut the town in half.It was now 3:07 and timing was critical. It had to be perfect.