A few months ago I was asked to head up to a friend of mines family farm to help out with some bush fire mitigation. They were afraid of a fire spreading and taking out their property. In the end, their property wasn’t effected by the fire but I enjoyed helping out in the bush
*BING* It was a nice Friday afternoon when the intercom on Justin Flagstaff’s office phone went off and he hear the voice of his secretary, “Mr. Flagstaff, there is a call for you on line 3” “Thanks karen”, he said and heard the click of her hanging up. He pick up the receiver and press
threw my backpack on over my shoulders to head outside, as I went through the living room I saw my parents sitting with a tall broad-shouldered man with too serious eyes and a gun tucked into his belt. A shiver ran through me and I walked faster toward the door. “Going out on our bikes”
At least 2 or 3 times a week my husband and I like to start the day with what we call the JUMPSTART. A nice slow fucking to start the day. But one morning I got more than what I bargained for. At 5:45 the alrarm went off as usual and I hit the snooze.
Alex Morgan was excited to be back in his home town. He was twenty-one and on summer break from the college he attended. But the reason he was excited wasn’t because he would see his old friends or the town where he had grown up. Over the past few weeks, Alex had met a woman