Ava asked, "Can I try to cheer Donna up?" I'd been deliberating keeping Ava out of the conversation, because I wanted her to be as free as possible to...keep or break my order, but I had no reason to disallow her request. It wasn't going to take us much longer to reach the car, so I said, "Sure, but I'll say something first. Donna, I'm disappointed in you. You accepted the rules before I started running, and all I've done is remind you of what you agreed to, so it's unfair of you to get in a bad. That look like 'I've got you and you can't do a damn thing about it.'My cock was twitching, like it was having a seizure. It was just denied what it's been craving all day, and it couldn't understand why. She picked up a washcloth that I hadn't noticed laying on the night table and proceeded to clean me up. Damn! It was ice cold! My cock immediately started to retreat. And all Tracey could do was giggle."I want to save that for when I get home tonight, a right now you don't look like it. “Come on ... I have to tell the girls where I’m going.” I told him. “I should change out of my shoot clothes. Jeans and a shirt would be good. It might be cold up here but it’s hot down below.”I stopped at the lodge, changed clothes and told Hilda where I was going. The rest of the girls were shopping the traders.“Lets go,” I stood by the Dodge, waiting.“We going in this?”“Yeah ... no sense taking two vehicles.”He loaded up, I loaded up.“Seat belts,” I said. “This thing doesn’t run without. His rage became fearful apprehension. He could not believe this was happening.A burst of hostility and anger swelled up within him. He glared at the figures, his eyes like weapons focusing his hatred at them. He willed them to fall, to submit, to cringe in terror before him. How dare they command me, these insolent whelps? Who are these peasant spawn to stand and confront me?!Graydon saw Vitelli's face contort with rage. Vitelli's eyes became two glowing orbs of evil, eyes of Satan, enlarged.