It's one of your drawings." Shan replied, his face relaxing as he turned nonchalantly. My breathing was heavy, I didn't know how to react. I'd spent m...ny sleepless nights thinking about this, yearning for it. All I had wanted was a mere sign, anything that would jog my memory of this image so I could recreate an art piece which meant so much to me that I had cried for weeks after it went missing. There it was, staring me in the face. An intricate dragon on a bed of clouds, etched into Shans. The carcass was taken apart then with axes and saws to be processed into the various cuts of meat.Who did I find there, watching every move the butchers made? You guessed it - Tiger. She looked full, but she still watched every move. The men would cut off a snip here and there and throw it to her. Some how, she ate them all.Later the guide took me over to where the organs were processed. He retrieved the bullet from one of the men working there. It was soft lead and had mushroomed out to over. He did so and they went to the room.as soon as they entered the room he locked the door and she went and lied down on the bed.Then he went next to her and hugged her and kissed her and started playing with her boobs.Then he tried to pull up her top but she insisted on changing first and then he asked her to change in front of him only.she changed to a mini skirt and a sleeveless top.and they went to the bed and he started removing her dress one by one.her boobs were so soft and plump and treat. He just looked so delicious in a suit. Delicious in the sense that I desired to slowly strip the suit off and do dirty things to him. Maybe, just maybe... I woke up a little later that morning. I made my coffee, got clothed and made up nicely. I wore a knee-length leather skirt with buttons all the way down, a white blouse that left the perfect amount of my ivory chest showing, a sleek black cardigan and combat boots. Classy, yet somewhat “edgy” is how most of my friends described that outfit..