Saying it was a bet. A dare . A mistake. Crying and saying stop. I drove for a while , argued. swore at her. Called her names and accused her of every...thing. She said she was sorry. Very sorry and would do anything for forgiveness . I stopped the car, it was a dark lane, in the countryside, I walked round to her side of the Range rover. Opened the door and pulled her out. Still crying and protesting. I turned her round, lifted up her dress. She was wearing expensive shoes, stockings and. He carried what I recognized to be a 50 caliber Hawkin percussion cap rifle. This was one of the weapons that brought slaughter and destruction to the vast bison herds of the Great Plains. He was lying near the top of a rise and over the rim of the rise was a herd of buffalo that stretched as far as the eye could see. He capped the nipple on his Hawkin and prepared to fire. He took careful aim at one of the large males and was about to squeeze the trigger when the arrow pierced his body,. I knew you would know what to do."Angel and Sara, got a piece of cloth and wrapped Goldie in it and we all drove over to my house and went in the backyard and had a funeral service for Goldie. Another crisis averted.Angel came over and kissed me, "My hero," she said.I asked Sara why she didn't want another fish. She said all Goldie was able to do was swim around in circles all day. The fish would be better off in the river where there was a lot more water.Now we were able to concentrate on the. "I was a bit reluctant, what if the sight of it appalled him, but slippingmy panties and the pad off in one move I stood before him, resplendent inmy new woman hood, I loved the smooth front I now had, now the swellinghad gone down I loved the sight of my new vagina!I slowly approached him and just using my fingernails gently caressed hisbody, my lover groaned in pent up passion, I had a feeling that after solong without release he was longing for me to touch him - and boy was Igoing to touch.