But she wasn't really resisting much. I was struck again by her smooth, supple movements, and realized she was taller than I had thought. Five ten I g...essed. I had thought smaller than that watching her.As I grabbed up my gear and pushed her toward the clearing where she had camped, she kept trying to surprise me, relaxing for a couple of minutes and then trying for an escape, but if you keep the wrist tight, there isn't much a person can do out of an armlock. I got her back to the camp,. There was one particular gentleman I had been admiring and I could tell he was enjoying the attention I was giving him. I would always sit by him at the big table and laugh at his jokes and tell him how nice he was looking that day. One day, I decided to evaluate just how interested in me he was.I decided to hold nothing back on this little test. I dressed very provocatively, wearing a micromini denim skirt which rode low on my hips and a white shorty tanktop without a bra, of course. Did I. At the appropriatefucking time.When dudes openly gaped or stared, or when the whole school was aghast atthe naked painting Dallas did of me, their attention fucking sucked. Itdidn't make me feel in control or in charge. It made me feel like athing. Sometimes it was super creepy and made me feel small and kind ofsick to my stomach. Or even afraid. Most guys didn't even realize theycould make you afraid just by staring at you in a certain way.Like that guy Daniel. He'd been mildly annoying. She put the binoculars to her face and began her slow scan of the area, starting from the far south of the zone of responsibility. She looked at a magnified view of the rolling hills, of the mud flats, of the trees and shrubs. She looked over the abandoned grocery store and the abandoned gas station. At the gas station a work crew of two women was using a siphon hose to draw gasoline from the underground tank and fill up the Dodge truck that served as the town's wood gathering and general.