He owns a cabin out in the sticks, no electricity except with a generator. All water is carried in, at least until the well is drilled. It's a cozy pl...ce to visit and very dark in the evening.After not seeing Bill for some time, we finally bump into him and ask about the cabin. He goes there quite often for the peace and quiet. It also give the place a lived in feel, to help avoid unwanted guests. He invites us to visit and we take him up on the deal. We get directions and go our separate. Behind her, the man I assumed was her husband nodded and smiled. It seemed we all liked what we saw, which was a good start.From the scotch glasses I could see the party had already begun. I could not tell if it was to take the edge off, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves, which is a nice start. Scotches on the rocks and smiles is never a bad thing. We say hello briefly and he smile in our eyes twinkled as they met. Knowing what our emails have said, we were both glad to have at least. It is so unfair.You are only given one life, shouldn't you have the right to live it the wayyou want. Don't we each have the right to be happy? Life, liberty, and thepursuit of happiness, isn't that is what this whole fucking country is allabout? And if my pursuit of happiness involves cutting off my dick andgrowing tits, who should really give a shit. It's my body damn it, and itis not their problem." She seemed to be getting really incensed, so I felt that it was time Ishould leave. "You are. ?Panic sweeps through me as I digest his words. My hands trembling with fear, sweat breaking out on my brow. ?Now, my lady, would you please stand for me?? Through a haze of disbelief my body obeys though every fiber of my brain is screaming ‘no’. As I stand the man steps back a few feet and slides the knife into his right pocket. ?We don’t need the knife anymore, do we my lady?? He asks. ?Besides, I believe this is much better for what my intentions are.? He produces a gun out of his.