It smelled of wood smoke, dried meat, it’s own body odor, and, other things… unknown things. It stank. Her favorite killing method was to throttl... her prey. Holding it down gripping it’s neck until it ceased its struggle. This creature had little or no neck. How was she to hold it? Walking upright as it did presented no back, nothing to pounce on to bear the beast to the ground. Its narrow shoulders might do, but that was an attack unfamiliar to her. Directly below her now – she crouched,. “Bring it to me, Beth-baby,” Béla cooed, “I’ve always been able to beat…”Thuuck!! Béla stopped suddenly, unable to speak. One of Lisa’s stilettos was buried in her chest. A second later she was on her back with Lisa savagely carving on her bare breasts and belly. She managed to shove her own dagger into Lisa’s soft belly and cruelly twisted it, carving on her insides and puncturing her central core.Lisa curled up and rolled off her mom, yanking Béla’s dagger right out of her hand as it stuck. "Naa...you probably just picked them up somewhere." Yeah, probably..."I got out of the shower and toweled off. My little bald spot was probably just old age or something. Nothing to worry about. The rest of the day went good...no I take that back...the rest of the day went exceptionally well. After my shower, my energy skyrocketed. I got more done at work that day than I had ever before. Life was great. And the dream from the night before was still running through my mind.At home I was welcomed. My next business trip was to Florida. Joan came with me. The resort was on the ocean and had a fabulous private beach. Our room was fantastic. It was a suite with a large living area, a bedroom with a California King bed, bath with a Jacuzzi and a balcony with a seating area. There was a surfing competition going on and the hotel and beach were filled with young fit men. Joan looked at them hungrily. During the day while I worked, Joan spent most of her time on the beach. Joan had bought a new.