A graphic image of her and Ryan making love came to mind. She quickly got off the couch."Where are you going?" asked Ryan."I'm tired. Good night," she...said."Good night," he replied.Kristy walked over to the bedroom and walked in and then closed it. She pulled off her sweater and jeans and then stood there looking at herself in the full length mirror in her underwear. She touched her pussy with her right hand and felt that it was very wet. She took off her bra and panties and slipped into her. But no, I’m still out of the city. And Irving, uh, I meant what I said that last day, I’m not coming back.”“Is that still eating you?” he says. “Look, Linda, if you’re still worried about putting that asshole back on the street you can forget it. If you’re away I guess you don’t know, but he was only on the street about four hours. He went straight after some smack, got it and managed to o.d. himself all in one day.”“You’re kidding!” I exclaim. God, what a relief!“He’s dead, dead, dead,” Irving. It was such a dry season early October. No snow as of yet but not much rain either. The leaves on the deciduous trees had already changed color and many leaves had fallen already, making the ground thick with fodder. October was cold, gray and dry. I decided to camp north one last time before the winter took over.I brought 100 rounds and my rifle, a few extra layers of dry clothes and my two dogs. I decided not to camp too far out just in case we came across deer and succeeded in killing. He was content here and had no desire to return to what most would call civilization and move back to town. He felt no need to return to the rat race he would have to be in if he found a job once again. He had no need for companionship from many people but he did wish he had someone he could see and talk to occasionally and someone to love.Later that evening Larry was eating a sandwich for his supper when he saw a cloud of dust coming down his driveway. He saw a speck at the head of the cloud.