I saw them and I had to draw. I think I may have had impulses like that before, but this one hit when there were no other obstacles. I picked up the p...per and pencils, walked out of the house, got on my bike, and went to the creek. I had an image in my mind of a rock and tree that I had to draw. I saw it and drew it about a dozen times. Then there was this chipmunk sitting on a stump watching me. I scarcely turned my head to look at him. He was busy with some nut he'd found that he was chowing. I'd learned, years ago, it pays to hold your tongue. Most people hate thesilence, need to fill the void with words. You hardly have to ask aquestion. I think he knew that, too, but he broke first.It was all blind date stuff, I knew it would be, had to be. Stiff andawkward, trotting out the resume. It had been a long time for me, maybefor him. And back then, the last time for me, that is, it had been me whowas leaning forward, just a bit too eagerily, hoping for a look downthrough the valley on. The story usually goes like this :? I am young, maybe 15, and I have developed -my large breasts are tipped with big round nipples, and my flat toned stomachleads wonderfully down to my neat pussy, my lips swollen and engorged, clitorisproudly on display. I have been captured and my hands are cuffed behind myback, a ball-gag in my mouth. I am totally nude.? I am wide-eyed as I am paraded up and down infront of the large crowd. We are in what appears to be a vast undergroundbunker, far from any. I walked to the truck and asked the driver for a ride.He couldn't seem to take his eyes off my long legs and I enjoyed his stare so I turned my back to him and flipped up my shirttail to show him my firm round butt. I gave it a little shake and turned back again. He was actually drooling a little when he agreed to give me a ride.He told me the truck had to cool off for a while. Licking the spittle off his lips he invited me in. I climbed in and sat down. He was every bit as ugly and grimy as.