WHAT IS HIDING IN THE MUD FACTORY-- CHAPTER 2
544x376 Normal 0 JESS GOES HOME i can’t remember being as happy about putting a shinny blue helmet on my head before; I had done this for months now and it had to come to a screeching halt or something less than pretty was sure to come down the pike soon. I jumped on the bike and hauled off up the brow. As the crow flies the distance from where the bike was hidden and the house was a mere five-acre beautifully terraced field. I had no interest in jumping terraces or ridding on damp sandy ground.... Sign in to see full entry.