One of them meanwhile had grabbed me over my shoulders presumably to hold me whist the rest set about me but was rocked back as I threw my head back t... break his nose and slipped away out of reach, leaving him simply holding my coat. A swift turn to the right allowed me to dodge a spiked club of some kind though enabled another attacker to slam me with an old police truncheon on my shoulder which hurt but didn't have the force to break anything. I drop-kicked the one doubled over holding his. Some lingered in the doorway, attempting to project suave, others rushed about everything as if I charged by the minute. But nobody ever knocked. I called out, “Come in?” and the door opened. I was agape. What was this kind of man doing here? He was wearing a simple, tight white T-shirt, with a gold arrow in the right breast, and plain denim jeans. He had a shortish crop of dark curls, near black, and his skin was a dark olive. His mouth betrayed the first hints of a smile and his eyes said. The stove was an old pot-belly and could be used for cooking and warmth. I hoped there was some wood outside. The trousers she wore were much too large so I located a section of twine and used it for a belt. Continuing to search, we located one blanket, another knife, shells for the rifle, a shovel, an axe, and more twine. ‘How’d he manage to live?’ I thought. ‘Not much food.’ ‘What’s your name?’ I asked. ‘Kathy, my friends call me Kitty’ ‘I’m Peter. Want to be Kathy or Kitty? ‘Kitty. What’re. .. I uh would love to," I said nervously as I saw her short nightshirt pull up her thighs to reveal those sexy legs and the shadowy area between. Again, I thought I could see pubic hair. A little shiver ran through me as I realized that she didn't have panties on.Almost immediately, the back of the car was filled with the sweet smell of scented soap and shampoo. It was a wonderful clean and fresh smell after so many months of nothing but the pungent smell of rotting jungle vegetation. Her smell.