" When a detective spends a lot of time on a case," he said, "Say, a serial killer, he starts 'getting a feel' for the criminal's modus operandi, then...starts understanding the way he thinks, what he likes, and so on. Very often, the criminal will see the detective on the TV news, or see him quoted in the newspaper, and start getting a very similar 'feel' for the detective. It turns into a cat-and-mouse game between them, with each of them knowing and understanding what the other is thinking.". .. he is kind. Once you understand him, he is a very friendly man. There is part of him that is fierce and powerful but that is not the whole of him. I have known men where the unbridled rage is all there is. There is nothing beneath it. With Joseph, the rage is there but it is fading as the months pass. I was there when he returned from Blue Harbor. I’d heard the stories, of course, but ... when I first met him, I believed them to be a gross exaggeration of his skill as a warrior.“One of his. "If you don't run away, I can probably do a little better than my trash can restaurant's menu."I returned to the inside of the cabin and rummaged aground. I found a can of corned beef hash. Once upon a time I had planned to have it for breakfast. Since I never got around to it, the stray cat might enjoy it, I thought. I knew that if I fed him, he might own me. It was a calculated risk,The beat up old guy was still in the trash when I returned with the small bowl of hash. I set it on the stoop's. Just think about having the power to bring somebody to that point. I love it!Of course, Jack has his own crucible to bear when I start thrashing about, too. Especially when I do my best to bury him, holding him in place with my hands and thighs. Kind of like trying to swallow his face with my pussy while he's eating me. Now, if he just had a second pair of nostrils in the back of his head... We finished up and drank some of the water I'd brought in. We'd both lost bodily fluids that needed to.