At one point there was a steep drop and a small waterfall. The only way for me to get down was to walk across the stream to the other side and take a ...mall detour to be able to get down without climbing.Of course, I got into more troubles here. The bottom of the stream was a very soft mud and as I stepped into it I sank over my knees into it. I got scared but thanks to God there was a tree nearby and I managed to reach one of it's roots and pull myself out. You probably already guessed I lost. Hard to believe that they had only been acquainted for a few days because already it seemed they had known him for ages and missed him when he wasn't around.There was a story here; she was sure of it, and more than just the few facts that dribbled out. She hoped it would get her noticed by the wire services and lead to a job offer to get her out of this one horse town. She had been out to the scene, but outside of a picture of a patch of bare ground surrounded by piles of snow and thick trees,. . and even how I underwent this curiouschange of gender in the process. Not that I?mcomplaining, you understand... being a girl can be alot of fun (and it can certainly blind a potentialvictim to the immanence of their destruction -witness my final vengeance on Rick Herzog, theipsissimus of dumb jocks, who believed I was in lovewith him... believed it right up to the night when Isuddenly grew tired of his bs when, after slashinghis jugular with my razor sharp fangs I completelydrained him of. “Hey there, come to catch a game with your old man?” He stroked my long dark-brown hair and smiled. “Who’s winning?” I asked and then leaned against his chest. He hadn’t been wearing a shirt, his hairy chest tickled my cheek a little. His hand moved from my hair to my hip, he rubbed it a little; pushing my already too-short nightie up over my pink cotton panties. I felt a little shy, but he was just daddy and he couldn’t see them from that angle anyways, so I didn’t care.“The team in red.” He.