Everyone is aware that I want to go past the first day. They argue that the multiple people will spread the attention of the pursuers thinner and inc...ease my chances. But for me, just being out longer ‘somehow’ isn’t the point. I want to make a point that it wasn’t a matter of taking advantage of an opportunity, but that I am truly and uniquely skilled to survive against this challenge. I want it very clear that I deserved and earned the right to the choices and options The Hunt gives me. . None of the widows of the township failed to warn their daughters against marrying a pig farmer. Nor did they need too. What daughter of women who had taken control of their destinies would suffer a stink filled life, to cleave unto a rare man their age. My son despaired to ever marry, three years after southern United States society, in 1867, considered him a man. I had made fritters that morning alongside our best bacon, and a pudding for lunch. I had wished my son great happiness in his. I was a military officer in charge of a group of young students at West Point, the nations premier service academy. One day during inspections I found a red thong on a young plebe's (freshman) desk, clearly left out by mistake. The young female cadet must have rushed out to get to inspection and forgotten her contraband panties were still on her desk. I checked the name tags on the door, the names were of two females who had both been recruited for track. They had really fit bodies and tight. Com)Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 12, Oh - My - God!)This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003.Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to thisstory. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the"free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. Ilook forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy!************************************************************************This story is currently twenty-six.