.but when had there been any doubt of theoutcome here? When had I had hope of escaping this with my whole beingintact? And so my bad eating habits, as... well as my non-existent exerciseroutines, became even worse in the days following my weight milestone.Portion sizes grew, servings doubled, and my already slowing metabolismseemed to just grind to an absolute halt; I found myself actually doingstuff like drinking cream instead of milk at times, having the excess orleftover gravy when dinner was. Young’uns mostly, not old enough to be wary of easy pickings left out to bait them. I trekked out with each team, took me three weeks to rotate through all four, then a day or two for trading and making up the sacks, one for supplies, other had the two pelts the Girl wanted.Summer was passing once again, shorter days now, yet the sun was still strong on the mountain so it was a warm hike when we headed out to take supplies to the Girl once again. Once we got close where I last saw the Girl I. The foreman knew a woman shouldn’t be driving the forklift, knew there was no female forklift driver in his factory, grabbing her arm he pulled her off the seat. Dragging her outside the factory the foreman told her off for a solid ten minutes, told her about the danger of her clothes getting caught in machinery, how her open toed shoes provided no protection, how she needed to wear a safety helmet, told her that if she wanted to work there she would have to dress properly. Listening to the. I walked in the front door to hear muffled noise coming from the living room. I opened the door to see the a young woman straddling an older man the moaning was coming from the couch. I walked quietly up to see my 17 year old baby sitter plunging a large hairbrush handle in her neatly trimmed slit. "Fuck me harder Daddy" she moaned as she had her legs spread wide using both hands to push the hairbrush in and out. "Daddy … your … so... big." I watched in silence as this beautiful young woman.