I grabbed the radio and answered, "Yeah, Rhonda, it's Curtis! Is there something wrong? You don't sound right."A few seconds delay, then, "Thank God! ...Need help! Can't ... get anyone ... on other channel. Need your ... help. I'm hurt!" You're HURT? Jesus, Rhonda, where are you?" West side ... Donner Mountain ... bottom of cliff!Holy shit! I keyed the mic and practically shouted, "Where is that, Rhonda? How far from me?"Another long delay. "Three or ... four miles down that ... road. My truck .... As he glared at the assembled nobles, the threat was unmistakable; kneel and bow and offer their homage to their new ruler, or face immediate summary execution.It was the guardsmen who acknowledged her first, stamping their boots to attention and then as one drawing their weapons in salute. Slowly, the assembled nobles bent their knees in submission, one by one. Each in turn was escorted to the Duchess to make their individual supplications and give their homage-oath. When the last of the. “Just like that.”Stephanie could feel Prinna’s thighs tensing. The brownie’s movements became jerky – uncoordinated. Her cries grew louder and sharper by the second. Knowing that she was bringing the brownie ever closer to orgasm was exhilarating in the extreme. She almost felt as if she was ascending her mountain as well – untouched.Prinna lurched and screamed to the sky above as she came. The corners of Stephanie’s lips curled upward into a smile even as she continued to suck and lap the. I wondered if I could go now as Seth hopped out of the truck and I looked between him and his father. They were both studying the crib as if there was actually something interesting about it."We'll have to take it apart," Seth announced."You think so?" Mr. Fisher replied, seeming disappointed."The stairs are too narrow," Seth insisted. "It's the only way we'll get it up there." Well, as long as it's in the baby's room before your mother gets home," Mr. Fisher replied. "She's been asking me to.