In the absence of roads, or even paths, I estimated it would take me perhaps a week at a conservative ten miles per day.As well as potentially having ...o avoid hordes of savage highlanders, food was going to be an issue I realised. The next priority therefore was to take stock of what I had with me and try to figure out how I was going to feed myself. There were eleven freeze-dried meals and two nearly full bottles of water.I emptied my survival kit out and sorted through it. I had packed a wire. As I sucked him as best I could he eventually got stiff and started fucking my face like he usually did. This was a good sign. He soon popped his load, right on queue right down into my stomach. As I was getting up, ready to get out of there, he stopped me. "Robin, that's a boys name right?" he asked. "Girls or boys, I suppose," I nervously added. "Ya, but you're a boy, right?" he pursued. "Or at least one of them queeny fags, right?" I looked at the hunting trophies on the wall and pictured my. Shit! That caffeine hit was important. I sat at the kitchen table thinking over everything of the past week, what had I done wrong, then I recalled the last month, nothing there to cause Jas to go. I had gone back six months still trying to remember anything that could have been the catalyst. There was nothing, nothing that I had done or failed to do, nothing said or unsaid that would anger Jas. Amid all this forensic examination of the past another thought, a really heartbreaking possibility,. Ultimately, Aaron held his hand out in front of him and swung the gold blade down on his pinky.He was surprised at the complete lack of resistance as the blade passed through and his finger hovered in the air before falling to the floor. He felt it hit the carpet - felt the impact - and gasped, bending down the pick it up."This is weird." he breathed.He could feel his fingers holding the detached flesh, but it felt strange like touching a surface with crossed fingers. The sensation seemed.