A man if u could call it that. More of a forgotten animal that tormented me…… It all started about two years ago when we decided to go camping.My ...usband and I decided to go camping for the weekend out in northern Canada for the week. Out of the fast life of the city to just relax for a week out in the forest. Just me and him alone for a whole week. It sounded like a week of romantic sex that we never got to do because of our hectic lives. I was still an attractive woman about 32 with a thin. She was tiny, like many women here and now I noticed that she was not wearing any bra under the shirt that she was wearing.I guess I surprised her when I didn't start shooting almost instantly and she increased her effort; I noticed her concentration from the way she started biting her lower lip. It seemed that the task she was doing had also some effect on her as her nipples became much more prominent through her shirt. She was sitting over my leg and I couldn't be sure but I felt that she was. He promptly screamed, long and loud, in agony from the pain of his ruined knee cap.“What happened?’ the forth guy hollered over the noise the first guy was making. He hadn’t seen me draw the pistol or heard the shot.“He shot dickhead in the knee,” the woman told him over the noise. “I think this guy is serious.”“Fuck!! What is Haskins to you?’ the forth guy wanted to know.“That’s personal. Where is he, and what do you know about him?” I demanded again. There was silence for a while except for. Admiring the ability it took to make it all appear so very nearly real. But it wasn't, and I knew it wasn't. As soon as I layed eyes on Harve I felt an urge to burn him to a cinder, but I realized that he was no more real than the image of my lost love beside me. It was all so two dimensional."Stop it Charlie. You're pissing me off."The image of Harve and everyone around us faded away and I was back at the top of the staircase with Charlie standing before me.She smiled up at me. "You have the.