I grabbed my parka and went back outside and looked along the edge of the lake to where it met the road. Sure enough, there was a bright red canvas ba... by the edge of the road. I trotted over to it, my breath steaming, and picked it up along with the white boots and pink quilted Gore-Tex jacket next to it, then ran back to the house.Inside the bag was a sweat suit and another pair of wool socks, and a wallet. I opened the wallet and found her Minnesota driver's license."Kristen Lund," I read. “Do you have a fever?” I asked. “You feel very warm but you’re shivering.”“No, I’m just cold. I’m not dressed properly because I hadn’t expected to be out long.”That’s when I realised the dress Lizbet was wearing was a flimsy nightwear.I took off my extra jerkin and gave it to Lizbet. “Here, take this. I’ll be back at the village in about three hours and the walking will keep me warm.”“Thank you,” said Lizbet, putting on my jerkin over her nightwear but under her cloak.“What are you going to do. All the women stopped having sex with me when I got too rough. I got so angry that one night I stalked this girl at the young age of 17 and raped her. I got convicted and thrown in jail for two years. When I was let out, I moved out of state to California. Actually, more towards in the woods. It was only a 10 minute drive to the nearest large city so it wasn't too bad. I built the house myself, make it huge with a giant basement. I had recently got into the business called Bound And Gagged (BG,. ‘She looked confused for a moment, but as she thought about what I had said, it seemed to soak in. She started to quietly cry, and two blue-haired ladies from Nebraska gave me a dirty look. I held her hand. We said nothing for a bit, and then it was as if we were two adults talking about career choices some more. She brightened up, and as we parted, the whole issue seemed to have vanished. ‘The worst part,’ I told Sophia, ‘was that I had just done what people would say was the right thing, and.