black on white rape
They raced over the hills and flats like a couple of kids playing a hyper-fast game of follow-the-leader. After about 20 minutes, Jessica suddenly came to a stop in the bottom of a large sand hole, commonly referred to as a "bowl".
"What's up?" asked Corinne. "To much of a wimp to keep up with me" she laughed. "Ya right" replied Jessica. "It just died….I don't know happened" she said, stepping off her quad and removing her helmet.
"Really, what happened?" "It just flat-out died….It was running great, then all the sudden it quit – kind of like I hit the kill switch" she explained as she fluffed her blond shoulder length hair.
"That's never happened before, huh" remarked Corinne. "I know, it's weird" she said, looking over the bike for loose wires, or other signs of breakage. "This sucks" said Corinne, as she too pulled off her helmet and gloves, and set them on the seat of her quad.
It was Winter in the desert, but even then the temperatures can easily reach 90° during the day. And this day was no exception – it was already in the high 80's, and it was only 11:00 a.m. They had only planned on going for a short ride, so neither of the girls brought tools or water. A mistake not many people make out there.
After standing out there wondering what to do next, they heard the sounds of other quads in the distance, and they were getting closer. The sand bowl they were in was too steep, and much too soft to climb, so they waited to see if the other riders would come close enough to see them down there.
"Down here" they yelled, as the three ATV's cleared the top, and raced along the edge of the bowl high above them. Lucky for them, the three quads saw the stranded girls, and pulled up to see what was going on.
"Are you alright?" one of the riders asked. "Ya, …well, no, actually Jessie's bike broke down. Do you know how to fix these things?" asked Corinne. "Well, let's see what we can do" replied Mark, as he stepped off his ATV, and removed his helmet and gloves.
As he did, the other two guys did the same. Jessica smiled at Corinne as she checked out the three guys that had stopped to rescue them. Leaning over, Jessica commented.
"Pretty cute, huh?" she said with a smile. The three guys, Brian, Mark and Greg were in their early twenties. They had also been long time dune riders, and knew their way around the desert, and were no strangers to making trail repairs. But this one soon had them all stumped.