Her lips parted, both sets, and she closed her eyes and sighed. Our thighs met."Ahh," she cried, leaning back to brace her shoulders on the tree and l...ft her legs above my hips as the wide-rimmed head of my rigid root slid into her glove-like passage and drove on until it was fully seated and our bodies were bone to bone, ballocks to buttocks. She linked her ankles behind me, held my upper arms and squinted her eyes as we began, twelve stone of her hanging on my jumping rod, testing my mettle.I. Too damn many ironies for one life…First of all, the name: Susan B. Anthony. Major Susan B. Anthony, United States Army: combat-trained daughter of Quaker parents who were still reeling over her choice of career. She often wondered whether the original Susan B. Anthony, pioneering feminist (and a distant ancestor of Susan’s), would approve. As an agitator for women’s rights she would certainly have cheered Susan’s swift rise through the ranks of what had historically been an all-male. She put the charger into the handle, holstered it, and followed three out into the unknown. No doubt if any of the mountain people looked back they would see the smoke from the fire. However all four didn't want to return to the smell of dozens of decomposing bodies. It broke her heart to do it but she knew it was for the best.They followed the trail made by the killers simply by spotting broken brush branchs or piles of horse feces. Jackson dragged the reluctant donkey as Ura was in front,. Back in those days hitchhiking wasn’t considered dangerous and the highways were always lined with broke students with thumbs out eager to get a ride somewhere at no expense.Dad dropped me off on the highway at 10 am. It took just thirty minutes before a middle aged lady with two teenage kids pulled up and offered me a lift. She lived in a neighbouring city just an hour away from home so I was glad to be on my way. She was a lovely friendly woman and her kids were heaps of fun. The two hour.