"The raiders either got lucky, hit traveling merchants or there are few rich farmers around here," I thought."Time to play," I said, dismounting, and ...waited. The sun was over my shoulder, silhouetting me on the crest of the hill. I took out a spike, knocking it into the hard earth to secure the mule. After taking a deep breath, I let out a sigh, trying to calm my racing heart. I spoke endearing comments to my mule and rewarded him with my last apple.Shouts at the bottom of the hill caught my. As I stepped out of the shower, my little Dakota peeked her head into the bathroom but saw that I was drying myself off. Dakota headed over to her own room to shower and dress for work. Once I was done dressing, I woke Jill who took her time getting ready for work. As I left my bedroom, I met Dakota in the hallway. We walked hand in hand out to the kitchen. I could smell the food cooking and it made my stomach rumble as well. I sat down at the kitchen table. Bobby and Sammy were taking care of. For those of you who don’t know me yet, a quick intro- I’m Sarah, 24 years old from Mumbai and my stats are 36-26-36. I’m a little slutty and have a high sex drive. Coming back to the incident. Michael is an old family friend who used to live in India until he was 7. Then he moved to the US with his family. We were neighbors and very close. Luckily him moving to the US didn’t affect our friendship.We remained in touch and often talked with each other through video calls and the occasional trips. She was an RN, had moved here from Kentucky, and had taken a job as a charge nurse at a local nursing home. Ricky explained he was in “management” at the quarry, loved life, going out and doing new things. Inside, he chuckled to himself at his blatant lies. “We should get together sometime.”“Sure,” said Mel but he could sense her hesitation. “Do you know anyone that does yardwork? I don’t have a mower.” Ricky paused knowing that just over his shoulder was his overgrown, unkempt yard. “Not.