From where I was sitting, I could see the sweat starting to form on his bald head and his cheeks were flushed. Maybe 20 feet separated us but it’s l...ke I could almost feel him on me. After maybe 10 minutes of this and without even thinking about it, I stood up and put my finger in the air to tell him “hold on” and as I turned to go inside to get my brush I saw his eyes immediately jump to my ass and he really started to speed up his movement. I grabbed my brush and instead of resuming my spread. ”“He also needs to know where his next meal is coming from. Where is that deer herd at. You know? The one you guys spooked yesterday morning. He needs to know if the gooseberries over on the east slope are ripe, or are the cattails ready. He needs to be a genius when it comes to his home turf.”“Now it isn’t quite hunting season, so he probably had to jump the gun a little and pack the kids, his wife and mother in law off to the cousins two ridgelines over to the north. The hunting season that. Still trying to get a block of time to write you all about what is happening to me. Please be patient with me baby.To: C 6/25/07Well, the stupid deck is done and the wife is so happy with it that she let me get on the computer without any of her normal fuss. Debated typing in my latest (BASCouple - George and Shawna), but instead opted for cleaning up some of the backlog. I got about half of Sandi's Mistake done.Getting antsy to hear about Jan and what else you have been up to. What's up --. But my therapist (yeah, you smirk, but you know you have one, too)… anyway, my therapist said it’d be good for me to ‘process my feelings,’ so here I am. How’s that for an introduction? I don’t know, it just feels weird to be introducing myself to my own fucking journal… Hah. I like that. Fucking journal. What would that be like? My own fucking journal? I’d probably have to start with Mark, even though I still think he’s a bastard, since he was my first. Then again, I’m the writer, so I could.