We walked to the car exchanging the usual pleasantries, he was the most polite man I’d ever met. If only he knew how much I wanted him, how I wished...he wasn’t so restrained. We talked about our plans for the weekend on the way home. Rob didn’t have any for that night but I was on my way to my friend James’s for dinner. I decided it was now or never so I invited him along – and when he said yes I could almost feel my heart stop with surprise and anticipation. This was my chance to make him. The palisade, the smokehouse, the outhouse, and all the rest wasn’t the only thing being built during those three weeks of backbreaking labour. Relationships were being formed.The men and I had bonded through our joint labour, through our after hours socializing, through communicating with each other, and through hunting. Every couple of days we would take a break and go out and hunt fresh meat for the cooking pot. Usually, I took Gort and Tabor with me, along with Gort’s wolf pup. Rugar would. I stood at the window transfixed; there was my daughter and this young man engaging in sexual petting and in public yet I couldn't move from the window. I watched as Josh finished unbuttoning Becky's blouse then push it open. He put his fingers under her bra lifted it up and over her breasts. Now Becky isn't as big as me, at least not yet, her breasts are only 34B's but still the sight of my daughter's naked breasts with her hard little nipples responding to this boy's touch sent shivers. By the time the police caught on, only one of the expensiveattorneys was alive and he disappeared once the motivation for thekillings was leaked to the press. To this day, it is not known if theman left town voluntarily, or if he had become another victim.Now, the peculiar thing was, no one had ever found the killer. Theyfigured they would find him easily enough right from the start withoutany real effort. After all, they knew his name, his appearance, hisimmediate family. The works. Only he.