"Oh, hi Martha."A beautiful long faced woman in her mid to late thirties with disheveled chestnut hair and pale skin--tall and lithe, her small breast... and hardened nipples pushing out the fabric of her silky nightie, her tummy pushing out a little bit a few inches lower--sat on Calvin's lap, kissing him with surprising lovingness. "I'm horny," she whispered into Calvin's ear."Uhm, Martha, this is Doreen." Hi Doreen," she smiled. "My, aren't you beautiful." Thanks. Uhm, are you his. I'mgoing to squeeze you between my legs until I break your little body..make yousuffer in my thighs until you pass out."I re-positioned my scissors until my thighs were over his lower ribs on eachside. This boy was going to learn a lesson. I couldn't believe how easy it wasfor my thighs to start caving his ribs in. As the boy started to feel his ribsbreak, he desperately started to struggle. With his left arm still pulled backand asleep, pinned underneath my left side, the boy was trying to. It would be on the two frightened natives quickly, he realized; they might not even make it across the field. "Instructions, Dr. Heisinger," he snapped over the communicator. "Help or let it happen? Quickly, or it will be too late," he added after a momentary silence."Protect them," came the response. "But if you can avoid it, try not to kill."The colonel was already in action before Heisinger completed the second sentence, and would have ignored it anyway. Such predators no longer lived in the. . or belly laughs.All she said was, “I need my sleep and my bed doesn’t smell right.” She rolled over ... taking the covers ... and my pillow.I thought about it for a millisecond, climbed out and headed for my tipi. Thanks to the flic of my Bic ... I had sufficient heat. I watched the flames dance on the side of the lodge for a second and the owl landed on a pole and said “Who?”“Good Morning.”“Who?”I added a few sticks to the coals, snuggled under the buffalo and watched the sun come up.It was.