It took her over 15 minutes to get there, but she had some very good news when she finally reached that point. There was a big puddle of blood on the ...round—she must have scored an important hit. Examination of the site made it look like she had actually hit the tree, instead of the Indian. But her bullet had knocked a big splinter of wood from the tree; it was almost certain that the splinter was what had wounded the Indian. If she had been lucky enough to cause a big gash, then she had gotten. After our contretemps over not mentioning me when she visited her parents, I thought it prudent not to bring the matter up.It was when we visited Mum in early December that Mum herself brought the matter up.“What are you two doing over Christmas?” she asked over our evening meal. For once the the older children were out that Saturday evening, so it was just the three of us plus two small ones who were chattering between themselves and ignoring the grown ups.Helen looked at me and I looked at. How did you find out?”“Doesn’t really matter, Brenda….I’ve discovered it, and my options are extremely limited on how to handle it.”Brenda heard “options”, and it suddenly registered in her brain that Jim had locked his office door at the beginning of this discussion. Thinking she might have a way out of this, she leaned forward, giving Jim a clear view down her blouse all the way to her nipples, and shaking her shoulders just a little bit so that her tits swayed slightly, getting Jim’s. At most, you waited until well after the sounds died away, then maybe you satisfied your petty curiosity and investigated, carefully.Her path would take her right past me. I melted back into the little alcove and waited. The sound of her shoes crunching on the plaster and glass scattered on the sidewalk was easy to hear over the muted sounds of the main part of the city: an occasional siren, a jet passing far overhead, a truck honking several blocks over.The uncertain footfalls came closer,.