My family owns a big house, six bedrooms, and a lot of land about 40 miles outside of the city. We have 165 acres mostly in trees. Shelley had gone on...one of her two or three weekly trips into the city, so my dad and I took a long ride on dirt bikes using the trails that my dad and I had blazed through the woods. Racing through the oak, hickory and pine trees was a real adrenalin rush, something Dad and I enjoyed very much. When we got back as Dad and I cleaned the dirt off the bikes, I hit him. After he was finished he put on a mask and some gloves. He took a tarp from his truck and walked slowly back to the UPS truck. He carefully pulled the body from the vehicle and put it on the tarp then pulled it to the grave. Before he rolled the woman into the hole that would be her final resting place Roger went through her pockets. He saved what he found including identification.While he was burying the woman that died in the UPS truck Roger noticed all the women were gone. Bear Stalker. Susangave me another hug until I cried myself out."By the way, Melissa. I love that skirt." Susan said."I was going to say the same thing about your earrings," I said back toher, and then we both started laughing."Maggie" Susan said, "I agree with you that Melissa is ready for the nextphase. Are you ready Melissa?" I don't know what the next phase is?" Let me put it this way. Go redo your makeup and grab your purse. Weregoing shopping!" You really think I'm ready to go outside?" No doubt about. Chapter TwoAs a born and bred Yorkshire lass I should have known better but, fooled by glorious Indian summer weather “down south”, I’d caught my Friday afternoon train wearing a short black skirt, a skimpy white T-shirt and very little else . . . unless you count my black leather fuck-me boots.(At this point please accept my apologies for repetitive use of the eff word. Normally I’m quite the well-spoken little madam. Confessing I’ve been screwing my Daddy has brought out a new me. I might be.