“OK, let’s get dressed. I think Deb is tired and wants to go to bed.”I turned and walked to the staircase; behind me I heard Diana running to ca...ch up. I walked at a relaxed pace up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. As soon as I was in the door, I dropped my robe, pulled on my jeans and polo shirt. I sat on the bed and pulled on my loafers.“Are you ready?” I asked Diana who didn’t have a robe on and hadn’t moved towards her clothes.“No! Mick what’s wrong with you?”“Nothing. We’re done. Shortly after I arrived, a black Toyota Corolla drove up and parked next to me. A vision got out. It was Linda in skin tight shorty shorts and a totally form fitting t-shirt with her breasts, and their hard nipples, on display. She approached with a broad smile, opened the passenger door, rapidly got in and leaned over while she pulled my head to her and a full kiss was my reward. We got very passionate for several minutes, tongues intertwined and dueling. We sort of lay into each other,. Yet, though she perked up, something changed. That last evening with Victor Hardway was the last time she experienced her secret fetish. She found no energy to pull the suitcase from under the bed. She seemed to lack the desire to bring herself into breathlessness because it seemed solo play no longer was part of her. Yes, there were moments she found herself within the memories of those few days and couldn’t resist stimulating herself into a mediocre orgasm which only frustrated her sexual. My senses are assaulted by the decay in my domain. The Crocodile has cowered the Condor, there are too many Jackals and too few Giraffe, the Hyena has stolen the spirit of the Hawk. Hunters abound in this city. As a result, the hunted are always wary, always afraid.Almost always. My eyes fall on a pair. A young Gazelle and a young Zebra, walking unawares. The Gazelle is very thin. Shocking blond hair cut close to her head, leaving her slim graceful neck exposed. A tight, thin, purple sweater.