This is one of a series of papers presented for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. The events chronicled herein are at significant variance from other sources and contemporary reports. Accordingly, the document's very explicit, even lurid, descriptions of the activities accompanying the sacrifice must be regarded, pending further study, as unproven. NOTE: This is an excerpt from my novel, Promise, also posted here on SOL.
Jesse's itch was under her leg cast and she couldn't reach it no matter how hard she tried. So she decides to scratch her other itch in the hope it would distract her from the terrible discomfort.
Raised in a strict, Christian home, 14-year-old Lisa has never been in love. That all changed when she met the man of her dreams while visiting her cousin and the older, handsome man completely swept her off her feet. The charming and charismatic stranger quickly had her under his spell and she was soon willing to do anything for his love.
Dawg, WildMan and Bull get me to go out and work with them in the oilfield to help them catch up. I wrote this short story about it all. Only talk of sex and those horrid things Dawg made. They wanted me to gauge tanks in a dress. To cold for that.
It didn't seem possible that in this modern age, human beings would actually be hunting each other instead of wild animals. Zelda always felt sorry for the poor creatures of the wild that were outmatched against a long range rifle or even a high velocity compound bow with steel tipped arrows. Now she wished this group of heavily armed jerks would go after the animals and not her because she was afraid.