Ben’s eyes flashed passion I hadn’t ever seen from him before. “Emma, not here . . . I want you, but not here. Let’s head back to the hotel.�... He said as he helped me off the table and handed me my helmet and gloves. I wasn’t sure if I could handle the ride back but knew it would be worth it. Ben took it easy on the throttle on the way to the hotel, almost as if he knew that one more orgasm could prove too much for me. The vibration did keep me tingling but I was able to maintain control for the. The rules were very clear, until the new semester began, I had to work in a local youth center for over 300 hours and during my last year in school I had to live with the Sanders. They're friends with Mrs Banks and agreed to take me in.Now I'm being taken away to another life for good, away from my friends, my neighborhood and my family. Family isn't quite the right word. I was more than happy to leave that place. After my big sister Julie left three years ago, my mother started to drink even. Cradling her in my arms, I wedged open the door, sliding in sideways, hefting her over to the couch, and gently setting her down. I wasted no time in warming her up, I turned the A/C off and retrieved a large blanket, and covered her up to her shoulders, her nipples were hard from the cold, understandably, but I still couldn’t help but take one last look at her stunning body before covering her up and tucking her in. I sat down in the chair across from her, turning the TV off and setting myself. A deer jumping sixteen feet is no big deal. That's pretty hard to defend against. Shooting the critters is the only reliable option that I could think of, as scent baits sometimes work and sometimes don't.All right, now I've got a few deer carcasses. What do I do with them? Butcher them, obviously. A commercial butcher would report the carcasses as taken without tags—a big no-no and Mister Sheriff would not be my friend. Alternatively, I'd have to build a slaughter house and a smoke house,.