”“We were fortunate to be advised of this attempt at extortion from a friend of ours. Mr. Alex Simpson had been approached, and a ridiculously sma...l amount of money offered for his farm. When Alex refused to sell, the offer changed to protection from outlaws and other disasters.”“Alex being the ornery old cuss that he is,” there were chuckles from the audience. “Decided to find out what the hell was going on from me. I set up a reception committee at the Simpson farm and we were successful in. I figure Alicia is just a dumb cunt who got what she deserved. It was almost like she was asking for it, a twelve-year-old girl playing in the park, alone, after dark. OK, I do the same thing, but I'm a lot more careful and prepared.I couldn't get the idea of what had happened to Alicia out of my mind. Being raped; it sounds bad, but just how bad could it be? I mean, everybody likes sex, or at least they talk like they do, and isn't that just another kind of sex? But I had to admit that it's. She only wanted to hold him, to take his pain away. Her eyes scanned the room -- it was filthy and there were even more empty whisky bottles scattered about than the last time. How could anyone live like this? she wondered.She felt Jimmy staring and turned to see him looking up at her. Is he embarrassed about me seeing his house like this? Am I making him feel uncomfortable? My house is so clean. I wonder what--?"Mrs. Hudson?" Yes, Jimmy." Are you only going to hold me?"A broad smile broke out. In the past I had observed that a lot of guys frequent this picnic area and the rest rooms around this time of the day/evening. This is on of the main reasons I decided on this location to stop, get dressed up and possibly have a bit of fun.I waited for a few minutes and sure enough I heard a guy enter the rest rooms, he checked which cubicles were occupied and chose to go into the larger one which I had used to get changed in. One thing I forgot to mention is that the walls of the cubicles all.