I was struck by an impulsive thought, that perhaps seeing a few new things might show me new ways of solving my personal puzzle. And if I didn’t get...any new ideas, perhaps I could get some free advice on how to grow stronger both mentally and physically? My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar voice of my beautician. ‘Rose, I’m so sorry you had to wait!’ she said as she walked towards me with quick steps. As a high priority client I was one of a handful of people that actually got the. I put down a blanket and had her sit on it with her back against a tree and I told her to put her hands over her head and tied them to a tree. I covered her eyes with a blindfold so she couldn't see anything. Then started to walk went back a little ways off. She asked where are you going? I said just wait a minute. And hid behind a tree. A couple minutes passed and it wasn't busy on the path at all until I heard the sound of a bike coming. It was a k** when he spotted her tied to the tree, I. .?" I offered tentatively. I'd dreamt of going down on her as well."Ha! Seller's market there. You'd be down there right now if I let you!" Well, since you're..." No, I'm not quite ready for that. Bet's off." She disengaged and shouldered her bag, walking back to the track.Shit, I'd blown it."Look, if you're worried about losing, Susan... I'm willing to negotiate a wristie." Such a romantic!" she mocked, "I'm not going to lose, Dan." Sure." Okay here's the bet, if you get the highest score,. 380 I was holding? Didn't matter. The next night there was a bolt on the door leading to the cellar. Before this, I had relied on a thumb lock and didn't always think to push it. Dumb!It was the last of March when a mixed group of seven Mexicans was going south and stayed two nights. The food service van had to have been packed full of humanity. As they went by me to load up and leave, a small, older woman, definitely of Latin heritage, stumbled in front of me. When I reached down to help her.