Jerry Foulup had gathered beneath the cover of rain and the night to plot the destruction of all that was unchristian. "My brothers," Dr. Foulup said,... pontifically. "It has become increasingly clear to me that America will not be safe for us to live in while the homos and the transgenders are permitted to EXIST!" Ratt Poberson, whose television program The *832 Club" had HUGE ratings among the rednecks and bigots that seemed to proliferate throughout the US like maggots in a particularly rotten. It was shortly after I turned 14yo, when my best friend (Jane) and I were sitting around Jane’s bedroom just talking. I thought she looked so beautiful, and both of us had sprouted out early. She had the biggest breasts in class, and tight little ass too. Jane noticed me watching her, she giggled saying “What are you staring at.” I just lowered my eyes and said “Have you ever had a secret? Something you didn’t dare tell anyone? Something that was so personal you lived in fear someone might find. After the filming with Greg she'd decided against looking for a fuck tonight. She had merely planned to grab one or two drinks, then go home for a good night's sleep. Shit, tomorrow night she'd get all that gorgeous prick the boy had shown her tonight. Her pussy was glowing just thinking about it."Hey!" the man beside her at the bar gasped. "Aren't you Charlene Brower?"The brunette acknowledged her name, trying to remember the vaguely familiar man. She knew she had fucked him, but she couldn't. Ben and Adam were cold and stiff when they awoke, but both of them put a brave face on things. They had killed five birds to provide the group with food - that was a success - and now they just needed to find a way to return to the shelter. Ben walked over to the edge of the cliff and peered down through the rain."It looks as if the cliff is gradually falling away. If we can't find a way down it will eventually run out anyway I think, " he said.Adam joined him and could see the truth of Ben's.