" No choice at all," admitted Buttercup. "Unless you're very good swimmers." We've had a fucking awful time since we left Throb," Sharon elaborated. "...It's been so fucking hard. We got beat up by a fucking teacher. And we've had nothing decent to eat. And we ain't even had any fucking ciggies. Buggery's a fucking awful country. No fucking disrespect meant. It being your fucking country and all. But it's one fucking shitty, pissing awful place. There's been fucking nothing to recommend it to. They have a cup of coffee while they wait for Jim White to arrive.After Jim walks in and they explain the situation to him Jim asks, “Will you buy the whole strip from the Interstate to the county road that’s three hundred yards wide? If you do I’ll sell it for a bit below the going rate.” Pat opens his mouth to ask why, but Jim adds, “When they re-arranged the counties, way back when, my place ended up straddling both. That strip is all that belongs in this county. If I sell it to you I don’t. Perhaps even more shocking to my daughter is the fact that seeing this young woman have a metal spit shoved through her pussy and out of her mouth turns her on so much. Anna continues to watch as we take our dinner out to the pit and hang her over the hot coals, letting her slowly rotate over the coals, turning her skin a crispy golden brown. After a few minutes, Anna watches the blonde woman twitch on the spit and then become very still, indicating that she is now dead. For some reason,. Smither stared at the old, ugly figure as her finger twirled inside her ear trying to dislodge something bothering her."Too bad that boy won't be around," Mrs. Smither said, her eyes going vacant as she reminisced. "He had a nice hard cock. Not like the wimpy one I'm used to." Well, I'll miss that blonde cheerleader's tight wet pussy. I'm stuck with an old hag's dried up one. And, man, her ass was even tighter."They continued laughing, jibing each other with merriment. And then they stopped.