? Maybe it was a burglar,but something or someone must have spooked them, so I thought.? I didn?t dare go out to see who it might?vebeen?mostly out of...the idea that I just didn?t want to get involved or as Iconvinced myself, that it was just some homeless person looking for a place tosleep.? As a safety precaution I madesure the door was locked before I went to sleep. The next morning I stretched and found I hadn?t slept thatwell in ages.? I felt rejuvenatedsomehow, as though some sort of. He was playing with himself as he watched something on his hand-held device, some porn no doubt, having a good wank in bed, unawares his auntie Mariel was outside his door watching him.Of course he was being discrete, on his side facing away from me and covered up, but boys do it that way, whereas we girls do it on our backs or fronts, out and in the open for all to see, a little bit unfair if you are a voyeur, which I was at this particular moment in time.I had a sudden urge to barge in on him. The girl raised her hand in a frantic defense as Pierce pulled back on the bowstring. Taryn relished the futility of her gesture, watching the released arrow bury itself in the girl's chest below the pit of her raised arm, bringing the girl crashing to the forest floor. Her image grew on the screen as Pierce approached, her staring, lifeless eyes giving mute testimony that the arrow had found her heart. Taryn joined the cheers in the tent that greeted the clean kill. The tents were abuzz. He looked around and noticed that a car pulling out of the bank had been hit by a car driving down the street. He got out of his truck and locked it before going over to see if he could help. A police car arrived before he’d even reached the street.Looking at the accident, he said, “Poor bastard. Talk about a bad day. I’ll bet his paycheck is being held ransom by the bank for five to ten fucking days. Now he’s going to the hospital. I hope he has insurance.”Looking back at his truck, Jack.