My partner studied the rock feature with her binoculars for a moment before slamming the ATV into drive and racing forward to the possible sanctuary. Hope turned to disappointment as we got close enough to see the details of our target. We were well and truly fucked; the rock outcropping was too shallow and exposed to serve as a shelter. Daylight was nearly gone, and snow was falling as fast as the thermometer. "Now what do we do?" Alice gripped the steering wheel, her words flavored with fear. "Let's check that out," I said pointing to a stand of saplings about a hundred yards to the left of the useless overhang. Maybe we could construct an emergency lean-to from the young Aspens. We drove across the dusting of snow-covered ground and dismounted our vehicle. Flashlights in hand, we inspected the thin grove of trees. "Holy shit, there's a cave opening back here!" Alice shouted and pointed to a five or six foot wide opening at the base of the cliff behind the trees. The remains of the aborted attempt at gold mining were almost hidden behind the stand of saplings. We explored the inside of the cave with our flashlights. Thankfully, it was uninhabited. The dry and dusty floor of the tunnel sloped upward to a level area, which formed a low, cramped chamber about fifteen feet across and twenty feet deep. At most, we had about four feet of headroom. Whoever had been looking for gold hit a dead end, gave up, and went home. Bad for them, lucky for us. "Unload the Mule and get our stuff inside while I cut down as many saplings as masturbation I can with our survival saw," I said as I grabbed the folding cutting tool from the ATV's cargo bay. Our plan was as desperate as it was simple. Cut as many of the young Aspens as possible, slide the trees into the cave opening, and use the thin branches and remaining leaves to block the wind. As the storm raged, the crowns of the trees would collect snow and form an impenetrable shield against the wind. The narrow trunks of the young trees were only four or five inches in diameter, and the saw made for fast work. Fifteen minutes later I had almost a dozen saplings down on the ground. By the time I cut the last tree, swirling snow, and falling shadows were all around us. The first night of winter arrived with a vengeance. Alice finished bringing the last of our gear into the cave, and together we hauled away at the fallen Aspens to plug the entrance as best as we could. Alice and I had no choice; the rock cavern would be either our salvation or our grave. As I adjusted the position of the last tree, Alice screamed, "Snakes! Oh my God, look at 'em all, the fucking cave is filled with rattlesnakes!" Chapter 14 In the confined space of the cave, Lesbian Alice's distressed cry reverberated off the walls so loud my ears hurt. I scrambled to be at her side. She sat in a fetal position with her arms wrapped around her knees: her whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Fear distorted her face, and her eyes closed so tightly her eyebrows twitched with the effort. A tiny voice uttered from her lips, repeating the same word again and again: snakes. Kneeling next to Alice, I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight until her trembling lessened to not much more than a shiver. "Where are the indian snakes?" I kept my voice calm and measured. "Uhh, everywhere," she said. “Yes I would.” "Looks like you two had fun?" asked David sarcastically. Add in the fact that masturbation I knew what BBC does to white women and didnt end this at the start... She would much rather simply use her litter box, but it had been made clear that she could only use the toilet from now on. Alexie at first stopped but then at her demand she pushed in deeper and then as Sophie got hot she pumped it in and out faster and faster. John moved back from the bed, but he still had his eyes on her. This deer, had she simply been closer to the house, they maybe could have saved her from the cold. The other students said such derogatory things about Pearline. “Until he does, you are the only man in my life, my Daddy.” You can’t kill me, Corruption laughed softly, her voice a soothing drawl, like the Lesbian hushed whisper indian of a loving mother, no more than you can kill the wind, Willowbud. "Jesus. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head again, as she gave out a loud scream from the ectasy. Strange sparkles seemed to fill the air around them. Klaus sighed as he turned and began walking towards his squad’s bunker and said. If I don’t cooperate he will hurt my brother the other side of her mind told herself. As Deb struggled to remove herself from the long shaft, Jeff turned to Bobby and Chris.