Sometimes she even got angry at him for even meeting her at all. It was so beautiful, yet so cruel. She can never have him. He had an effect on her l...ke no other. When he spoke, she wanted to obey his every command. When he wanted her, she desperately wanted to be right there with him, pleasing his every need and when she hurt him, or herself, she wanted every ounce of his painful, yet healing correction. She wanted all of him. She wanted to feel his hurt, his anger, his frustrations, his. The house itself had been sealed after the Crime Scene people had been through it but my interest was outside anyway. He waited impatiently while I prowled around the house searching for some sign of where they went."Think Bridget," I told myself. The vehicles belonging to the family were still here. There was no sign of strange tire tracks. How did he get here then? He must have parked nearby in some hidden location. That meant he would have had to carry the family back to his lair on foot. It. " She sighed, adding, "Including a sedative, and fell asleep."That phrase opened the door of attempts to my eager lust, I decided to give it a try."Where's Sarah?" Sarah was her daughter."She went out with my brother and his family, to visit some of their cousins, and will be up late throughout the night." She said."Won't you ever consider getting back with your ex?"I meant for that to be a canning question, but it came out a friendlier one."That filthy piece of shit?" She disgustingly asked.. Saturday my girlfriend Wendy came over and wanted to drive out to my husbands deer camp; When we arrived at camp the guys were out, Wendy and I found a few beers, turned on a TV to kill some time. Wendy had never been hunting, Jim was getting ready to go out so I asked Jim if she could go with him, we found her a coat and pants and off into the woods they went. I started dinner, so hubby stayed in camp. All the hunters returned after dusk, except Jim and Wendy. When they returned Wendy took me.