“Let’s see these rivers, and then we’ll see about crossing them,” I told him. Thomas led us in a easterly direction for about two miles before... we came to a broad river.“This is the Cooper River,” he told us. “We’ll need to find someone reliable to ferry us across it.”“How far would you say it is to the other shore?” I asked Kell.“I would say somewhere around 1200 yards, Ken,” Kell answered.“It certainly isn’t as far as it was across Lough Arrow,” Airmid added. Thomas stared at us in confusion. Ugn… giggly as yello… ugn… ugn… and the hole is pretty tight… ugn… you’ll love this… ugn… this boy-pussy is… ugn… ugn… very fucking tight… ugn… ugn…”Hearing Jay say that I was the one flirting with him was really annoying, but the fact that he was sharing me got me even more upset. Was I a communal entertainment now? But still, nothing had changed much. There was not much I could do against such big dudes.I continued hearing the conversation exchange and soon Donnie’s voice was already. Or rather, she ... had been hung in was woven, also. Wherever that incident had taken place (most likely somewhere in the British Isles because of the medieval castles), they didn't seem to have an abundance of iron, but they certainly knew how to weave grass.He grinned, thinking that maybe that was where Béla thought she'd learned how to do it. She evidently missed a few steps of the process, never realizing she might need to weave it herself, someday.The other thing he noticed was how easily. I took off my shirt while I waited. It was late April, and the day had heated up nicely. The sun felt good on my chest. Two or three times, cars had pulled into the carport across from the pool, and I opened my eyes to see if it was Carla, but, each time, it was someone else. It was five thirty when I decided to give it up and try it another day. I didn't want to leave her a note to call me, because I was curious about how she looked now. I was finishing putting my shirt back on when I saw her.