The one he had was too likely to hit the girl in this gloom.He cast a quick backward look at their six and re-leveled his weaponon the now kneeling pe...p. "Facedown! Hands behind your head. Put yourface in the dirt and don't you dare even blink!" he ordered him.The perp slowly moved his hands from in front of him and rested themon the back of his head."Look at the wall to your left! Face to the wall!" Jim shouted "FACETHE WALL!".The man complied oddly docile. He wasn?t even cursing them. “Whatever’s hot,” he said. “I mean, I kinda like Flynn Taylor.”I was pretty relieved to hear that. I’d never watched Flynn Taylor’s stuff, but I’d heard about him since he’d been on some of the websites I’d found. He was gay, and apparently, he’d been in a scandal a few years before. The way I understood it, he’d gotten arrested for fucking someone in an airport bathroom, and it had turned into a big to-do because his own dad had been the mayor. By now, though, he seemed to have put it. Maybe it was the cool of the water that was causing those little points in the centers of each side of her bikini top to jut out temptingly, and although I had at that time no earthly idea of female physical geography I could make out a vertical depression in her bikini bottom between her legs that was fascinating to a degree I could neither understand nor explain. All I knew was that the water certainly wasn't cool enough to keep my fourteen-year-old manhood – such as it was -- from twitching. He tossed in some newspaper and kindling wood and lit it with a match. Once the kindling caught fire, he added some small chunks of wood and began cooking dinner for Ariel. He took 2 steaks from the basket, along with 2 large potatoes. He took the roll of aluminum foil from the shelf and wrapped the potatoes, placing them on the back of the cooking surface of the wood stove. He put a large skillet on the stove and poured a little cooking oil in it. He let it heat up for a few minutes, then.