"Now, not to change the subject or anything," Martreen said with a lighter tone, "what do you think we should do about Iega?" Iega?" I questioned, "Wh...t about him?" Oh, didn't Treeya tell you? He's been pestering both her and me almost daily about wanting to learn how to use the bow and arrows." No, she didn't mention it. I don't know... what do you think?" I asked."I guess I don't care if you don't. It's just that I don't want every hunter in the clan pestering us to teach them in the use of. "You see, little whore, there are more ways to hurt you than just using awhip."As Daniel continued to sob, Sarah reached under again and grasped hiscock in her hand. Gently stroking it, she whispered in his ear, "MMMM,doesn't that feel good? You lost your pathetic hard on with only a coupleof ball squeezes and a thrash or two of my whip. Are you really a man? Achild would not even be crying yet."Daniel's hard on began to recover as she masterfully manipulated itbetween fingers and palm."Lovely,. . a chemlight.A chemlight? Seriously? Who do I even carry those with me?Probably because safety conferences give them away for free and I'm a natural scrounger. And because, technically, they're part of the seventy-two hour kit I feel naked without lugging around.Well, fine. Punching someone with the end of a glowstick will hurt me less and them more than my fist will. And light could be good.The inner fly my tent peeled open with a quiet hiss, and I saw the silhouette of a head start to duck. I wanted to make sure that no one saw Angie get out of my Wrangler. Once we were inside the house, I made her some coffee. Then we sat at the kitchen table and talked.“Would you like some of my chocolate chip cookies?” I asked.“Sure,” Angie replied.It was a Martha Stewart recipe. Some of my friends had told me that they were really good. I showed her where the guest room was. It was actually nicer than my own room. I had hung some spare clothes in the closest for guests to use. I had also hung.