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.
This story is a fictional account of Washington before the revolutionary war. I tried to use as many factual items as I could. This was an idea I got from reading all the facts and certain behaviors (sexually) of Washington and his wife.
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.
On his last school day before preparing to live with his father, white 14-year-old Ethan is groped and kissed by his hunky black track coach. The next week, while biking up to a remote mountain reservoir, Ethan stops at a country store, where he encounters the coach, who lures Ethan into his van for heavy petting and foreplay. When the coach wants to move to the back of the van, where there are restraints and padding, Ethan flees and bikes up to the reservoir. The coach follows him in the van.