That is until, my phone buzzed with a message from my friend Ron."Hey man, you still on for later right? We'll just be waiting for you in the apartmen..., you can show yourself in. Jess is so ready to beat your ass one-on-one in Fight Alley." Right.." I thought to myself. Ron's girl challenged me to a match in that new video game they bought not to long ago, because I claimed I was better at games than they were. At first it was just playful banter, but Jess seemed to have taken it personally.. His fingers feel so good and the anticipation of what is going to happen is maddening.”I smiled at her.She said, “Jack, push a finger into me.”Jack said, “And I love this part.” Jeanne gasped as Jack pushed one of his big fingers into her asshole, but then she closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh yes, that's right, that feels so good.”Jack slowly worked his finger in and out of Jeanne's rear. After a moment she said, “Now give me another finger.”Jeanne actually giggled as Jack pushed a second. If u ever try to find me. If u ever report me missing... I will kill you and it will be slow painful and you will regret ever fucking mom to have me born..." his eyes were consumed by horror and pain.Before I would leave the house I there were things I need to do. I went into the garage and found the big container of gasoline I found a match box and I dumped gasoline over anything I could get it on and then at the door before I closed it I lit a match and dropped it. I ran away I stopping once. …with her sacrifice. Slowly, the blue-green vines descended from the lower branches of the ancient tree. Each vine appeared to have a mind, a life, of its own, moving individually, never in concert with any other vine. Yet the vines clearly had the same goal. Her. Her four hundredth Midsummer was at hand. Yet, it was to be her last. She was to be sacrificed, so that her people could continue to prosper, to thrive. With the exception of the nearby stream and the very subtle rustle of the.