She could be a much better quarry if she knew the hunting ground as well as the hunters, but she must not be allowed to escape. Fit her with a GPS tra...ker and let her go for as long as she wants, then collect her with a helicopter. Point out that if she does not cooperate in being collected, or if she ditches the tracker, then she will not be allowed to hunt again and so will never get back to Italy. I want to give her a fair chance, but she has to play fair with us. I very much admire her. " As I finished my story, Sally finished her rubbing. Her back arched and her mouth gaped. I watched her ride the wave of pleasure produced by her orgasm. I wanted to touch her. I pulled at the sash holding my hands but it was tight. "No, no, you bad angel," she said. She walked over and pulled my hands back over my head. She tied the sash to one of the rails in the headboard. As she tied her breasts hung by my face. I breathed in her feminine scent as her nipples dangled tantalizing close. She. . talk.We talk about him, we talk about me. He talks about hiscareer as a high flying businessman making the money tosplurge on his beautiful lady.I talk about some career I'm supposed to have as a model- Idon't know where this comes from - but I talk about fashionshoots I've done in London, Paris, Milan, New York... now Iknow that's bullshit! And he knows it's bullshit!But the fact that it's bullshit doesn't come up!And I don't care! We're a young, high living couple!It's perfect! For him! For. The two of us worked together, raised two wonderful children and created a thriving ranch before Val started junior high. Nobody gave us anything; we worked for it. If we got lazy, the ranch and our future suffered. If we put more effort into it, we could see the results a short time later.The thing is we made it work. We had control over our lives, over our environment.My first slap in the face was losing Val. When he went on that survival trek and didn't come back and that damn Jimmy wasn't.