“What’s happening” cried out Randy. Sure enough, she appeared and walked up to the stall. She picked up a couple of items and paid for them. He was a big drinker and liked to throw his weight around. She looked him up and down “well I guess you are right” she said, seemingly getting friendly “why not have a drink with me? He followed her from a distance and saw her leave the main path and head into the scrub. But they realised, from experience, that he wouldn’t let it rest. They loved the fact that someone had seemed to stand up to the town bully. He was tied to his tormentor. She stood in front of him. “Are you still going to kill me?” she asked “you really should not have said that”. “You will like this” she said “it is sweet and will make you excited. She picked up a couple of items and paid for them. She went on “and you keep calling me a bitch. Again Randy struggled but it was no good. “Get him off me” Randy yelled “get him off now”. He sat down and she poured some liquid from a wine bottle.
