Slowly, I continued to move from tree to tree, making sure that I did not make any sound or movement that would be considered unnatural.I had perfecte... this hunting when I was in Fardun. It had taken most of my childhood - and many mistakes - to perfect. The fundamental issues were the risk of a branch breaking under my weight and noise that would sound like something other than birds or small critters were in the trees. It had taken me nearly six years to perfect how to adjust the weight I. You’re not into tits then.”“It’s focus,” I slipped inappropriately into teacher mode for a moment. “Shoulders, pelvis, attitude...”“You like attitude.”“Bad attitude.” I stroked my fingertips up onto her bare lower back, curled my fingers and ran the surface of one fingernail down either side of her spine.“Mmmmm,” she murmured into my ear, then eased her long fingers into my hair and her lips onto mine.“Errr...” I heard from the kitchen.“Oh sorry Faye,” I disengaged from Alice, “I forgot you. And just to be safe I put onone of my girlfriend's bloody maxi-pads to discourage anyone fromgetting a look at my clitty-cock.As always I park in the farthest, darkest corner of the parking lot sothat I give everyone there a nice long look as I strut my stuff on theway in. There have been some nights I never even went inside, as I gota big enough crowd just in the parking lot to satisfy my lusty habits.Tonight I made my usual swing through the parking lot, licking my'Fuck-Me' red high gloss. The lights dimmed, except for the kitchen which effectively put a spotlight on the office door. Then the speakers started up.I had worked here for three years as a cook. The only music ever played on those speakers was unobtrusive soft rock. This was blood pumping club music, without enough bass. The door swung inward and the red boot came out.Goddammit! I admit it, despite myself I had felt excited to come here. I had ideas. Brutal, man-hating, front page, firebomb ideas. Thy hadn’t been.