" My wife rolled her eyes and responded, "That's what they all say," making me blush as I introduced myself. I let my eyes briefly wander over the sex... 18 year old standing in front of me. It was the height of summer with temperatures in the high 90's, so minimal clothing was the order of the day for this delicious young thing. She wore a flimsy, black button down blouse over a lacy black bra, a short skirt that came to her mid-thigh, and strappy flat sandals showing off her pretty pink toes.. I shrugged, ‘I can smell my own trail now right?’ She rolled her eyes at me. I thought it was a pretty good idea, a perk to being this…thing, not getting lost. We started making our way back to the house. The walk back was silent except for the crunching of leaves as we walked over them. It was almost too cold to be walking around shirtless and I shivered in the breeze. When we got back we went back upstairs to find there was only one body lying on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath him. I. Everything waseasy; all those technical places weren't technical at all."He raised a fist to his lips his brow creased in thought."Have you fed?" he asked after a long pause."No, but what were you thinking just then?" I knew it wasn't whetheror not I'd had dinner."I had an idea," he said. "But we can talk about that later. Firstlet's get you fed and get some heat in this place. It's fuckingcold. Then I have some news."Rick headed off to wherever to get my drink. While I waited, Ipuzzled over. .." Do you really?" he bubbled with an almost childish excitement."You can knock off the fake speech impediment," she growled."Well," he looked furtively around the room, "can you keep a secret?" Yeah, I can keep a secret." She let the trench coat slip open a little further. One breast's round, red nipple was exposed."The truth of the matter is, I had a speech impediment like that. And it really was caused by a war injury, well, not an injury really. It was actually a case of shell shock. But,.