The idea stirred me with arousal as well. PART TWOENTERS TONY Jerry said he would be in the kitchen; he asked me to let Tony in when he arrived. Soon...I heard a knock at the door; I stood up and let him in. Tony was fine. He was tall, muscular, with brown complexion and black, shiny soft wavy hair, almost past his ears, a turn-on to me. He had a nice smile; full sexy lips and white teeth, that glowed and shined along with eyes, his dark eyes brown clear mirrored my eyes’ reflection. I was. After a few hours of walking in the dark, we arrived at the hunting camp led by the Old Indian. The camp was in a small, sheltered fissure of a canyon. During the short trip to the camp, Maggie had become more withdrawn, refusing to let anyone but the Old Indian touch her. Once at the camp, George and the Old Indian set up camp. I investigated the cave, finding a small cell in the back that the Indian had used as a sweat bath. I got the idea to cure Maggie with some mumbo- jumbo, the sweat. "Touch it " " Nobody is going to know" "What she doesn't know won't hurt her" Slowly but surely beginning to think with my now swollen head instead of the one with a brain in it . The bag of chips hit the floor with a loud crunch . Telling myself I'm going to try and wake her up one more time. Following everything I did before. Calling her name louder. Shaking her more vigorously . Still 100% passed out . "Do it " the devil said again. With my heart beat slowly raising to mach speeds. I. She was blond, not the platinum kind but more like late-autumn corn. She was late-autumn herself, too, with fair brown eye brows and lashes. Laughter lines relaxed comfortably around her soft brown eyes, tiny freckles decorated her rose-blushed cheeks. Beneath her sharp nose, her full rosy-pink lips pulled themselves upwards at the corners into a smile, revealing even ivory-white teeth, the moment she and Harry came close to collision. That smile reached those lovely soft eyes and the frozen.