She almost passed the old bull before she detected it in its thicket forty feet to her left, and it was not apparent whether she had noticed its sound...or its scent.She moved around the copse until she was downwind of her prey, then eased herself through the thick brush by feel, moving more silently than most would have believed possible. She did not wake the bull even when she stood before it. It was pitch dark in the thicket, and even her own hand could not be seen in her headband camera's. His hands moved up and down her exposed back and he faded the pain completely."Oh that's heaven," she sighed, "you sure have magic hands Danny." Oh it's nothing really," he tried to look embarrassed."Danny," she said, it was Saturday morning and he had answered his home phone."Yes, who's that?" he said, knowing full well who it was, for he had started her pain again last night."Oh Danny, sorry to disturb you at home, its Amanda," she said."Oh hi," he said."Can I come over," she said quickly,. He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing down, his face above her, his breath a foul smelling cloud enveloping her. He tried to kiss her but she turned her face away.“Frigid cunt,” he said as he fumbled between them trying to get his cock in position to enter her. “You should be grateful, no-one else would want to fuck you at your age, l could have stayed behind at the pub and shagged Gina, she’s been giving me the eye all evening, she even undid two more buttons on her blouse, Jesus, l. A movement caught his eye. It was a squirrel. Low on the side of a tree. It was watching something. It was not looking at him. He took a step between two oak trees growing close together. The squirrel was still looking away from him. He knew he was not very far from the road between Orange Springs and Payne’s Landing. A bird flew across in front of him and suddenly veered away from something. Then he saw what he was looking for. He saw the form of a man crouching by a small palm tree. It was a.