.their soles were like iron..making it possible to run over various terrain without pain."This mine has been abandoned for years...the old people in t...own tell a lot of stories about this mine...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that those tales got the better of the children of Willow Creek...but as an adult...I know it's not possible for their to be any truth to those stories...I..." thought Rebecca as she walked deeper and deeper into the abandoned mine. Her thoughts were interrupted by the. Geez, you won’t even notice I’m here.”“Why do always have to be such an annoying, little brat?” she muttered.I glared at her. If she didn’t have such a cute ass and a yummy-looking pussy, I would walk out of the room in a huff.Her pussy did look so succulent cupped by that tight fabric. What would it be like to lick her pussy? My sister might be a bitch, but she was gorgeous. I guess her tits weren’t bad, but I wasn’t into girls. Why would I care about my sister’s boobs?It was hard to pretend. What a wimp! When I went home, I was so happy! My father Franklin took all of us Fernando men out to dinner to celebrate. My brothers were proud of me. We’re all Haitian men living in America under student visas. Trying to make a living. I love my brothers. We look a lot alike too. Jose, the eldest, is six feet two inches tall, with jet-black skin and long curly black hair. He has bushy eyebrows and a thick mustache. He’s twenty four. He came to America to work and make some money to support. It had an awesome number of gears, like twenty-seven. By hauling on the handlebars he finally got it up into top and tucked in behind a 4x4. Ideal.The car behind hooted him. Shit. The guy wouldn’t have hooted Grace, he’d have sat there admiring the view! The guy hooted again. The driver he was tailgating looked in the mirror and gesticulated. Shit. Mo moved over, lost the draught and lost speed. His body wasn’t at all aerodynamic on this bike, that made it even worse. He could just see Grace.