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  • Did she survive that night? The professor found her mid-morning the next day, laying spread-eagle and naked on that ratty old knapsack. She was groggy and incoherent. She remembered only cold darkness and a feeling of being adrift throughout the night. Moki was lounging about 60 yards away, quiet, but watching as always. This Blonde he told me in an email, not in a text, a few months later. The professor mentioned that he had wrapped Susan in some blankets, revived her with a swill of Old Gawdawful, and washed her feet as best he could. He said he rushed her to San Juan Regional in Farmington, where she recovered within a few days. The professor brought her home to the McDonald Ranch in the Jornada del Muerto to regain her strength. She left him six days later, trusting Moki to his care. She said she had things to do in North Carolina and would call soon. He never heard from her again. Moki lived on for a while, but died somewhere on the ranch outside of Alamogordo. The professor said he had died from a Legion of distempers, but I infer that he had shot him. The professor too, has gone missing. I tried to contact him last Easter to tell him that I may have found Susan on Facebook, wrongly, as it turns out, but he has left the college, and his IP address, so the provider tells me, never existed. His ranch wasn’t a ranch at all anymore, but was part of a government property. He was a mystery. I wish I had known him better. I don’t know what happened to Susan. The highway from Gallop has been renamed. Damn it! Sam thought why in the hell had he let himself fall into her trap? It was more than obvious that she wanted him to hit her. To what end he thought, going slowly higher, he had to think this through. The only other that was a lot like him had developed a near immunity to the gas that the IP was using. ‘Hmmmm,’ he thought ‘was there something about me that was the key to all of this?’ As he thought, Thantas was stronger though not much. Then again, she'd only slipped into her body for a few moments also. Reaching out he tried to feel for Queen Triada, shocked when he not only felt her, he could almost see her. What the hell? This was the first time he'd been able to do that. {Queen Triada? I am hardcore in need Teen of answers, it appears that those that I have helped or fought, that were like me, have grown stronger.} Sam asked as soon as he touched the Queen's mind. Sam could almost feel and hear the Queen gasp as soon as he stated that. I followed behind her ready to pounce. My own drunken lust surged through me. The shack spun around us as I fucked into her once-pristine pussy. “No change, I was just getting my son graduated so at least he can have that behind him,” she is hurt but she’s not mad at me. They arranged the seats as Marion, Mike, Marvin and Jennie, from right to left. I had mixed hardcore feelings about what had just happened. “I thought you might enjoy her as well,” Daddy said. This may be easier for you.” “And they charged you extra?” Kelly asked. Not so much in national politics, but some state Teen legislators and a couple of mayors in Blonde big cities.” The security guard, who had been enjoying a hummer from a plump Black woman, headed away to reactivate the security system.
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