It was hard for me to get to sleep, knowing what she has planned for tomorrow.As usual I beat the alarm clock and I shut if off before the alarm sound...d. I opened my night stand drawer and turn on the recorder. I got up and went into the laundry room to change into my hunting clothes. The coffee was done and I filled my thermos. I unlocked the backyard sliding window and grabbed my lunch out of the fridge. I loaded everything into the truck and left the house at 5:30 am.I stopped at Tim. Once we had convinced ourselves that there was no activity, we crept along just inside the northern margin of the orchard, keeping low and moving slow.Around two hundred meters west of the road, the western edge of the orchard appeared. We turned south, and allowed the woodland to swallow us as we kept to a southerly compass reading. At around 250 meters (or as precisely as my each-pace-is-a-meter navigation could determine), the woodland spread out to the west, and we took another two hundred. “It’s alright, Miss Hellsing is a very lucky lady to get what you have, I know I was!” The maid smirked again and left Charles standing at the foot of a bed with a mostly naked babe on it and semi erect. “Is that for me?” Charles turned around and saw Madison sitting up and looking at his crotch. “Or do you just like to show off what you got.”“Madison” Charles began but was cut off by Madison standing up and hugging him.“I’m sorry about before, both times actually, and I would like to make it. To my boys I was a legend, and they even invented an inside joke term, CORNPETER, which was thrown around by the fellas for a year or so. But I always felt bad about the bragging. I learned a lesson on humility. In ending, I sometimes wonder what became of her. Did she become a sex addict? A nympho? Maybe even turned lesbian? But the real question that haunts me is....who the fuck found that shit infested colonel of corn I flicked off my Dick and where was it? Did someone pick it up off the.