Thank goodness, relief. I could tell from the moment that her tongue hit my shaft that this was something to write home about. She was also looking straight at me as I broke through the short undergrowth with this really strange grin on her face. Mandy never uttered a word to me, she just gathered the rocks like I had asked and helped me to cover the mortal remains of our would be killers. “What are you doing?” Mandy asked as she watched me open up one of the pots filled with the grape sized silver balls. “Hard”. Even in the middle of the summer the creeks would shrink your nut sack up to something smaller than a match book because they were so cold. His name was Miguel and he was playing in the dirt on a sunny street corner next to a vacant lot.
