There was a black peephole brassiere, Seamed Stockings and suspenders, plussome black shoes with heels of about 5 inches. There was also a black thong...with an opening around the crutch. I put all of these things on and very carefully sat on the bed wondering whatwould come next. I sat for maybe an hour just wondering what had happened, how I had gottenhere, what would happen next, and how to get out of there, when I suddenlythought ?Do I want to get out of here?? ?Yes I do, because it was not. She had shoulder length brown hair that was turned under in an attractive but professional style. Her face was pretty with just a few wrinkles around her eyes... eyes that were a dark blue and seemed to be able to penetrate into one's soul. It had been an on-going problem for her with men. It seemed that they felt like she could pry into their very thoughts. She and Allison had been roommates and friends, with the older woman taking Laura under her wing. In fact, although no one but the two of. I opened the kit, grabbed the scissors, and cut the fabric away from the wound to give us a clearer work area. Pete rinsed the area with sterile saline, and as the saline rinsed the wound I saw what looked like a bite from a large dog, wolf, or small bear. I slapped a pressure bandage on the wound and hoped it would be enough.After we slowed the blood loss she started coming around. She babbled hysterically "A wolf. A wolf. A wolf. A wolf. Out there. A wolf. The Lewis Farm. It walked like a. She hadn’t seen Greg as he crept up behind the man. The man turned around and looked at Greg with rage and surprise. He couldn’t reach the knife stuck in his back, and into his heart, his aorta nearly severed. The man gurgled a curse and fell over writhing in pain as he died.Alison was still screaming and crabbing backward as Greg reached her and wrapped his arms around her. She grabbed onto him crying and sobbing, shaking like a leaf. She doubled over, vomiting and pee ran down her bare legs..