A red flicker of light caught her peripheral vision. Turning to her left, she saw the light again. Mi’elle followed the stream a little ways, seei...ng it open into a pond.She saw the flicker of red light again; it was coming from below the surface. Kneeling once more, Mi’elle peered into the dark water. She scooped up a little, letting it flow out of her hand – it was a translucent black color.“Ugh,” she grimaced after smelling it. The water smelled like rotting flesh.Mi’elle stood, looking. My arm was good enough for me to return to football and everything was going fine for everyone and this went on for 5 months now that we never talked about that day. I truth was that yes I wanted to fuck my mom but I knew it was wrong so I never really gave it another thought. My sex life with my girlfriend was great and at 16 we were having some great sex. We all seemed to be happy and enjoying life and dads’ career was taking off and mom was doing well herself with Avon business. She had. His mouth fell open as the adult turned around."No problem, kid. Just look where you're going next time." Two broadgrins met Ryan. One real, one painted on."I will." Ryan couldn't help but stare.Harper grabbed his arm. "Come on, we'll be late!" She pulled himforward.Ryan just stared at the man. Harper tugged this time, temporarilypulling him off balance. As they walked away, Ryan turned his head tokeep looking at him."Um, Harper, is there some weird tradition here?" He looked urgently. The obvious wealth was plain to see in the quality of the farming equipment that littered an otherwise, very tidy yard. The chickens that ranged free had a certain haughtiness to them. They fetched a better price than Gary's old mans, probably because the silly sods strutted their stuff with their chests all puffed out, therefore developing better breast muscle tone and therefore, being plumper. Stands to reason dunnit?Betty answered the door, all breathless and eau d cologne ified. Rambo.