She fought hard but the panther won. I assumed the panther got the cubs.I had no intentions of wasting the pelt. I skinned it as well as the three ra...bits . I threw the rabbits into the bushes and began to work on the skins. I had been working on the skins for about an hour when I heard something growling. I picked up my knife and made my way around the bushes where I had thrown the rabbit carcass. I smiled when I saw two wolf cubs tearing into the rabbits.I left them alone and went back to my. I felt a bit embarrassed but auntie just kept chatting s she put the pump over her nipples an started to suck out her milk as if it was the most natural to do,"i usually feed him from the breast but i need the bottles for when i'm out , its so good for him " she explained "plus it tastes great " uncle peter said as he sat down next to auntie pat."oh dose it " i said , more out of surprise that curiosity but i was wondering how peter knew.I felt auntie's had pull me onto her knee "here you can. She had on black high heels strapped around her ankle with her welded-on anklet just below the strap. She looked sexy as hell! She attached a short note, “Think he’ll like it?”Umm yeah, a dead man would like it, probably get an erection. “He’ll love it.” I texted back to her.“Hope so, he’s picking me up at seven, dinner, then the exhibit and I hope back here for more fun.” It was six-forty-five when she sent me that text, so I knew she’d be going out with him in just a few minutes.“Have fun,” I. We begin with something light to tempt the pallet. A silver iced-tea spoon, bearing a cauliflower fondant topped with caviar and a sprig of dill. A pheasant-filled beignet kissed with delicate vegetable vinaigrette. A tempura baby smelt with red-pepper sauce. And an inordinately clever miniature hamburger of wild hare, sandwiched between a disk of fried potato and a barely cooked quail egg. The soup, a roasted chestnut with a distinctly sweet undercurrent nicely bolstered by pieces of duck.