Several of the hooks gouged his clothing and skin as he fought to remove them, adding to the scratches and cuts he already carried. The kid grabbed th... railroad spike from his chest and rose to his feet, his legs shaking and threatening to give way under him. He faced the old man as he tore the last of the hooks from his clothing. Two of the nails were still lodged in his scalp but the kid didn’t seem to notice them despite the blood coursing down his face. He was stinging and aching from head. The brown beaten up upholstery and leather seats wouldn’t help any situation but everything shook with each bump in the ragged road, jostling them both back and forth in the muggy heat that seemed to press in on them, even sweating was no good. It trickled down their necks and backs like warm soup and whilst their hair clung to their heads, the air conditioning done very little to reduce the stifling heat as it only pumped through a few filters, whistling with as much pressure as an asthmatic. " I exclaimed and raising my breeches I gathered up her gown and set forth for my lodgings. "Mr Carter, please!" she called after me but I was gone and left was she trapped on the hilltop, "Mr Carter," she cried, "Come back!"I laughed at the thought of her being ravished by gamekeepers, then thought of the snakes and biting insects that might bite her and was almost persuaded to return when I heard swishing and on looking back saw the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, that of Miss Harcourt. Nicest we've seen, right, Greg?" "Right, Jim." So his name was Jim. As Jim kept his finger in my cleavage, Greg, lifted my shirt completely off and started unhooking my bra. He slid the straps down the side of my arms and let go. My boobs were trying to spread out in my cups, which kept my bra on without the straps hooked. "Oh shit, that's hot. Shake it off, don't touch it," Jim said to me as he kept the camera focused on my chest. I shimmied my shoulders to shake my boobs and after a few sways.