Of course, to survive they need to kill, it is the way of nature. For me to survive, keep the baby lambs that are born, it falls to me to kill, also. ...istasteful is the best description of that process, I never liked having to do that at all. As a boy growing up, my Father taught me the ways of the land. He was a hard man, and thought nothing at all of dropping every Coyote he saw. I must have inherited a bit of my Mother’s gentleness, because while I would shoot a Coyote, even drop one of my. ‘Sophie.’ I looked at him, smiled in greeting, but wondered how he knew my name. His answering smile was fleeting but warm and sincere. His eyes were clear, all seeing. ‘A calm place, this, a good place to come and be still.’ ‘I come here looking for feathers for my collection.’ I told him, thinking I needed to explain my presence in such an isolated place. ‘I see others bringing bread – so today, so did I.’ He turned, regarding the pond, the ducks busily quarrelling amongst themselves. ‘Do. . i held my wrist up and clicked one handcuff gently around it as i panted heavilly into the camera .. "oh god.. it feels so nice"CUNTHUNTER : cmon.. now the other one.. My mouth fell open gasping as i put my hands behind my back and clicked the other cuff around my wrist..CUNTHUNTER : good girl..almost done.. now let me see you squeeze those cuffs tight on your wrists for me ??I leant my upper body to one side and twisted my waist so he could see.. and squeesed the cold hard metal tight. TWO Three months later Miles and Mavis decided to marry, causing ructions within both families. Ilam, Mavis’s youngest daughter came racing home to sort out this artful seducer Miles but was captivated by his charm and the courteous way in which he regarded and treated her mother. Miles’ three sons arrived en masse to extricate this money-grubbing widow from their father’s side, only to find she was as least as wealthy if not more wealthy than their father, a divorcee. The wedding was held.