I led Chucks to the squirrel, he instinctively picked it up and snooped at it. I placed it in his mouth and walked him back to where I had shot. I too... the tail and made a decoy from it. I tossed it every day and hid it and gave commands and my brother would lead Chucks at the command. It didn’t take him long to catch on and the rewards especially interested him. Some may call it bribery, I call incentive. Anything from M&Ms to potato chips. He showed signs of intelligence right off. With in. ‘Oh, Peter, I can’t, I really can’t!’ she sobbed. ‘Why not, Anna? I love you and I’m dammed sure that you love me!’ ‘I do, Peter, more than you will ever know. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. But, Peter, I’m not what you think I am. I’ve done things, horrible disgusting things. Things that I can’t ever tell you or anyone else about.’ ‘Anna, have you ever murdered anyone?’ ‘No.’ ‘Have you got a husband and children somewhere that you’ve deserted?’ ‘No!’ ‘Then I can see no reason. I hope you'll reward me one day with details of your relationship, too.A most thankful author,RenpetWith a quick review I sent the email and went back to watching Unforgettable on television. Sasha ended her phone call and studied her iPhone. When I saw her smile and start fidgeting I knew she'd read my email. Her smile was the one she'd give when pleased with herself; the cutest smug expression ever. She'd used it several times today.In the soft illumination cast by the side table lamp and. Brenda wanted to struggle, but knew it was useless. There was no one to help. The place was deserted. She didn’t even think there were security cameras. She was at the mercy of a merciless thug.Rough fingers started probing her sex. She wanted to die.“Mmmm, what a sexy box you got, whore. I bet you get fucked a lot, don’t you?”He continued to probe, and Brenda did her best to be still.He yanked her hair, “hey, slut. I asked you a question! I BET YOU GET FUCKED A LOT, DON’T YOU?”Brenda.