Deer, the occasional opossum, once even a small brown bear.No people, though. We hadn't seen any cats, either. That seemed strange.I counted backward.... It had been four days since I'd left Colorado Springs. Seven days since I'd emerged from Uncle Willard's gold mine. Eight days -- last night had been eight days -- since the night that Death had come to so many.I once again thanked Providence that it had happened at night. The nighttime coming of Death had disguised so much of the devastation.. " He was only there for four days," he typed. "And wouldn't your dog have starved before you trial-and-errored to something she'd eat?"Before I could answer, he sent another message: "His nose is running I think, and he is making a noise that I think might be how a dog sneezes. Does a cold nose mean he's healthy?" Well, sort of. If the nose is hot, he's not healthy, but if the nose is cold, he could still be sick. Just call a vet and ask him what to do." We did. The appointment's for Friday.". .. You tell me that women are going to be like Sara and I find it hard to understand." Well, tough. Most women out there can spot a good thing when they see it. And you are a good thing, for the most part." I pulled in tighter."OK. I'm not going to fight you on it. What else?" Well, she said my friendship was no prize, but I can live with that. Especially now I know she's trying to take you away from me. I guess what got to me was her calling me a spoiled brat. And she said I'm so much younger. He will then take a final sip from his glass, wipe his brow on the damp flannel he leaves on the bedside table during these ordeals, kiss me with his whiskey tasting lips and grab my legs lifting them up so my ankles are on his shoulders before telling me to feed his cock back into my pussy so he can continue his fun and this time it will take him even longer to cum. This I gladly do because I am his little Friday night slut, his fuck piece who has invented a Friday night job so I can deny my.