"While you have it check it out completely," I insisted. "I mean from the wheels to the windshield."I rode the bike away headed for home. I stopped at...Mr.BJ's for a biscuit and cup of bad coffee on the way, since it was on the way. Again I sat outside at the concrete tables to eat. It was almost lunch time when I got back to the barge. I could tell Wilson wanted to talk to me, but he wasn't quite ready to tell me whatever it was he had on his mind."He came up to the deck with his laptop. "You. I said, “Lead him more, shoot in front of him.” The next shot was dead on straight to the brain pan. About 1 half inch above his eyes. The bear rolled over himself as his momentum carried him a few yards closer. He ended up on his back and we waited a few minutes. Mainly to make sure he was dead, but also to let Val’s heart beat a little slower. After 15 minutes and no movement we crept up on him and sure enough he was dead. There were puddles of blood at both ends of him. Had he stood, he. I panicked, thinking he had gone for a nurse, but he had not, he simply turned the 'Examination in progress board', on his door, ensuring we would not be disturbed.He sat beside me on a chair by my hips, and asked my to open my legs, which I did, I was extremely wet as he spread my labia and pushed his fingers inside me, 'How does this feel Mariel', he spoke in soft tones as he gently masturbated me, going in and out, as my hips moved with him, I looked down the length of my body and was. This disturbed her—she wanted to look into his eyes and know what he was thinking. What he wanted. But he simply stood there, silently. Looking at her. Waiting.For what, she thought. Why doesn’t he say anything? Tell me to do something? Another long moment went by. Then, a thought: He’s waiting for me—but why? What does he want? And then she realized that something had changed –something within her—since that moment in the library when she had deliberately and consciously given herself.