>>62811891I love her too bro, almost as much as her black boyfriends did.
Ciarahk nodded. What would those loser orbiters on r9k think of me now, she wondered. He put the jaw down and gripped the side of the window. With flexing muscles he lifted himself into the bedroom. Once inside he leaned over and took the jar. He approached Clara and she pressed herself against the wall. He was tall, over six feet most certainly. He still wore his camouflage cargo pants and boots. He held the jar out to her and she took it with her free trembling hand. She watched him intently with wide eyes, waiting for him to make a sudden move and try to strangle her.
"Go on, take a swig," he said and she brought the glass to her lips. She did not think it was drugged. She had just seen him take a big gulp from it himself, and her mouth was so, so dry. She brought it to her mouth and took a swig in one motion. She immediately began to sputter as her throat, mouth and lips began to burn and she was sure she had just been given acid to drink. She waited for her body to deteriorate from the inside out, waited for the pain and then death, but the burning passed. She heard the man laughing and he took the jar back. When she was finally able to open her eyes she found him seated at his desk, chair facing her, legs spread and leaning back.
"Lil bit o' moonshine might do you some good right now," he said and took a swig himself. She said nothing and glanced toward the door, down to her ankle and then back at him. He scratched the top of his head through his hat and observed her silently, patiently. "You wan' eat before or after?"
"Before" Clara breathed and he put the jar of moonshine on the table.
"I been waiting two days for you to wake up. I know you must be hungry though. I got some stew or I can make cook up some venison."
"Before or after...?" she asked, her throat constricting slightly. His lips turned upward.
