Women Abducted

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The last chance for the two women to escape the flood waters that crept closer to the isolated house came at about five P.M.

"We really ought to head for my apartment in Weatherford," said Alice Kellog nervously. "It's on the fourth floor. We'll be safe." "No," said May Springer. "We'll be safer here. High ground."

The petite blonde, Alice, paced nervously." But we're so far from help… May, if my son gets through, do you mind if I leave with him?"

"You leave with him," said May. She could never explain to her friend, Alice, that this sturdy house was her bulwark-all she had in the world. If the flood took it, she wanted to go too. Alice had never understood May's peasant, primitive soul. A house, a piece of ground that sustained you, that you were willing to die for.

In fact May Springer enjoyed the danger of the high waters, the rains, the deep feeling of herself against raw nature. It was-well, sexual. The nipples of her full breasts stood out against the thin shirt she wore and tingled. Her cunt, snugged against the tight hold of her cut-off jeans, felt alive, slightly wet, as if the fluids in her body responded to the awesome rushing waters outdoors. She was barefoot, her long, dark hair in strings. If Alice weren't here, she'd tear off her clothes and wallow in the sheets of water that ran on each side of the house, turning her head up to the driving rain and screaming her ecstasy and challenge to the elements.

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