Kaylock was a nicewoman. Mr. Kaylock was nothing the way he is now and I think that shemade him a better man. When she died, he lost the only thing ...hatkepthim being a decent person. Since then, he has been focused uponenlarging his ranch and taking control of more and more of the county.I guess he's decided that getting into Congress is an even betteridea.He's become harder and harder to work for." How did his wife die?" It came out of nowhere, one day she was fine and the next she was. You could here when she would suck her lips into her mouth. Susan was raising her hips and grinding into Lesly’s face. Lesly slid one finger and then two into Susan’s tight little hole. She reached up and rolled Susan’s aching nipples between her fingers. Her head started to flip from sided to side; she was breathing hard and moaning loudly. Susan’s whole body tensed up and she yelled I CUMMING, I CUMMING OH GOD EAT MY SWEAT PUSSY. Her body was shaking; she was pulling Lesly’s face into her. I was firmly convinced by that time that life was no bed of roses anyway, so I reported, and was in Vietnam before the year was out.I was no great soldier, but I lived through it, almost unscathed, at least physically. It has been said before, and more eloquently than I could, but war changes you. It woke me up from the self-induced walking coma I had slipped myself into, and brought the world back to life for me.You can know history, and you can have knowledge based on personal experience, and. "Shhh!" Doug hissed, still listening.Mark tried to stop breathing so as to better hear...Footsteps.Quick footsteps.Running footsteps, not slow, unsteady footsteps...Mark and Doug threw themselves to their feet and ran to the edge of theroof.Looking down, they saw a lone figure running through the empty streets."Hey!" Doug called down to him.The person stopped and glanced up fearfully."Where'd you come from?" Doug called down, hoping to hear something,anything, about survivors.The man shrugged,.