All I remember is the panic and fear I felt when I couldn’t find Lucy. Because of that, I’ll probably be in therapy until I’m fifty. (Hmm. That ...joke isn’t funny any more – I probably will be in therapy most of my life.)So anyway, my list of mean things Dan’s done to me is really short and that time is probably the worst one. On the other hand, the list of nice things he’s done for me is really long – really, really long.So I get cross with him about something, then I try and build myself up. I mean ... shit!”So ... we went to the impound lot...One look at the Dodge and Beck started crying ... David was trying not to ... and Chuck said it.“That’s a mess ... there’s no way he could have lived through that.”And it was ... mostly in pieces and damn near unrecognizable as a vehicle. I remembered my duty and looked through the torn up stuff.I was getting frantic.“Ok ... where’s his gun and possibles bag ... and I can’t find the tipi.” I was upset ... that gun was worth two years rent. I. I spent every sunny day on the beach, and in the evenings worked as a barman in a large holiday village nearby.I had a lot of sex that summer, working in a holiday village meant a constant supply of women who considered sex an essential part of the holiday experience, my partners ranged from girls of my own age to well preserved married women in their 40s. However, I sensed that something was not quite right, I made love to the ladies because it was the thing to do and sometimes my conquests. I tried to move my fingers in the hole but it was too tight, so I left them in like a plug and went on fucking her teen pussy. In between the hard thrusts, I alternately pinched her clit and bit her nipples. Instead of crying or screaming, rhea was moaning to my surprise. She leaned back giving me access to her holes to fuck enjoying the pain. Seeing her like ‘a bitch in heat brought out more primal instincts out of me. I grabbed her throat with the free hand and continued ramming her cunt,.