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The road turned dusty. Rocks crushed under the wheels of our bus. In the distance was a barren wasteland, lined with unexploded bombs and mines. We put our trust in our drunken American driver who kept staring at my crotch. I just wish she'd watch the roads. We were travelling with a vicious dog who had moments earlier attacked and killed our previous driver. He was visibly unnerved by the change in environment. I wasn't sure who the dog would strike next. But for now the cross-dressing scottish man seemed to have it under control.....and we drove on...
Kes
(May 11 05, 05:56)