Gale was from Texas and had grown up on a ranch. Monty was from Alabama and was a NASCAR fan.“Who do you root for, Monty?” I asked casually.“It�...�s a trap!” Bethany giggled. “Steve’s a HUGE fan and is friends with a guy named Bill Elliott!”“Bethany!” I said in mock outrage.“You know Bill Elliott?” Monty asked.“Sure. I’ve been in his garage, his pits, and had dinner at his house several times. A very good friend of mine is from Dawsonville. She introduced us. In fact, she and her husband were just. ” I said. “But Mama wouldn’t let me.”Uncle Ron laughed. “That’s the ticket.” he said. “Man got to stand up forhimself in this world. It’s a sure bet no one is going to stand up foryou.”“Yeah.” I said.“I don’t like that talk.” Mama said. “The Good Book says you got to meetharsh words with kindness.”“And that’s why you’re here.” Uncle Ron concluded. “I’m sorry, Merris, Ishouldn’t poke fun at your religion. Don’t understand it, but shouldn’tpoke fun at it. Covers in that closet over there.” he. It was her balding James Bond, now looking rather sorryfor himself, and still wearing just his swimming trunks. Abigailcouldn't resist flicking her eyes quickly down his body,forgetting that in the darkening light, she'd pushed hersunglasses onto the top of her head.He obviously mistook her glance, and hastened to reassure herthat he wasn't going to pull his cock out in front of her. Ifonly he'd known how much she'd have welcomed it. 'It was you I sat down in front of, a few minutes ago,. ..” He pulls out a blade from his back pocket and slides it across my throat. “...you understand me?”I’m shaking as he pushes me onto a table by the shore and rips my shirt off.“Oh yeah. Just as delicious as the first time I fucked you.”He gets on top of me and grabs my throat with one hand as he gropes my crotch with the other. “Remember...you’re mine.”As Mr. Travis violates me, Mico appears behind him, grabs his shoulders, and throws him onto the ground. In Mico’s hand is a gleaming hunter’s.