They walked down a footpath deep into the woods, not far from Larry's clubhouse, but to a spot where no one ever went. The little girl pulled down her... faded blue jeans and pink panties to her ankles.She dropped to the ground on all fours and whinnied like a mare in heat.She moved her knees far apart in the dried grass and arched her back so that Larry would have no trouble getting at the all- important back-door hole.The boy dropped to his knees and pulled the cheeks apart so he could take a. Bella said something sharp to him as he made his way towards me. Clearly he was not into this."Let's just get through it as best we can," I offered not knowing how good his English really was."It's OK sweetie" Replied Dennis. "It's just Nick can be such an asshole at times."As Dennis approached me I couldn't help but admire his hot body. His skin was dark brown and his body was tight and young. What made him so interesting to me wasn't those things, however. It was how his entire body was. Decorating was a relatively quiet acknowledgement of the traditions of the area, including the wild things that went on in the city across the bridge and a bit east.She loved Mandeville. She did. Clean city, nice shopping centers, good schools, excellent waterfront park... But it was at this time of year that, to some measure, she felt disconnected from everybody. All the native Cajuns always seemed to have a tradition about the way they celebrated Mardi Gras. This included the parades, surely,. !” he started.“I am not your Lord, fellow. I am the King’s Marshal. Do you make a practice of going around assaulting the King’s Marshals?” I inquired.“No Marshal, I... !” he tried again.“Apparently you do make a practice of assaulting girls in the street though,” I added.“The girl deserved it. She spilled a whole pail of milk on the ground. There will be none for the children now,” he claimed belligerently.“And a two copper pail of milk is worth a beating like this?” I asked.At this point, the.