.. get your stuff and get off my property.”“But we’re naked!” squealed a female voice.“You chose to get that way,” pointed out the man.“...There’s no bullets in that gun,” said Justin. “I shot them all. I say we shove that fucking rifle up his fucking ass!““I wouldn’t recommend trying that,” said the man. His voice was so calm and so mellow that it raised the hairs on the back of most of the kids necks.“Well I don’t give a flying fuck what you recommend!“ shouted Justin, who started stalking. ”Looking at the book, Jerry recalled having read it when he was in high school. The book was a masterpiece of literature, Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. He didn’t remember much of the story, but recalled his reaction to it. The book had made him angry when he read it then, but he didn’t know how he’d react to it today.Rather than commenting, he said, “Let me read it tonight.”“I read Grapes of Wrath and thought I would read another book by the same author. I’m sorry that I did that,” replied Bill.. This was over 10 years ago and it started out with just one girl who was 18 at the time who I had met in a chatroom.She had a coloured boyfriend but kept on asking me about sex. She obviously wanted to learn quickly.One night she told me that she had one younger sister and two parents but she did seem to prefer talking about her father. Eventually she confessed that she fantasized about having sex with him. I told her that although it was i*****l it was far more common than people realise and. This was far beyond normal yet she didn't panic. She felt unusually calm as she assessed her situation, knowing help might never arrive at this dense and desolate place. She'd have to be her own rescuer.She scouted the area around the ruined plane. Bits and parts had scattered, especially where the wings had come off. She couldn't find her handbag but did spot their small suitcases, battered but basically sound, and rummaged through them. They'd packed for a few days at the shore, not for.