He strikes her across the face. “I can do… whatever the f-fuck I want bitch.” He stumbles as he goes again to hit her. She calls out for Mike to...help her but she forgot that he isn't living in the house anymore. He punches her, she goes flying against the wall and hits her head hard. Realizing what he has done the husband leaves the room. He drunkenly walks out of the house into his car and drives away. When she regained consciousness there was an EMT taking care of her and a female police. There on the ground before him Pudsdale saw not the purple woodcock but a beautiful naked blonde. She was lying on her back, her large breasts pointed toward the sun, her thick brown nipples erect, her snatch tufted with a matting of tawny pubic hair, her belly firm, her lips ripe, her – “Ahem”, Pudsdale coughed, “pardon the intrusion. I’ll just be moving on.”The red-faced birder turned to make a discreet exit bit the girl merely giggled. “Don’t go,” she said, rising to a crouching position. “I. She was happy in her world; I was cramming like hell in mine. The thought of what another A on a Religion test would do to my quest for UVA was enough to overcome, temporarily at least, my other obsession. We did make plans to go to the hastily scheduled choir concert on Saturday evening. Mr. Collins was apparently so taken with the success of the tour that he decided an immediate performance was needed. Ann O'Hara was fully recovered, of course, and would perform her duet. But Jill was going. It’s just that… well after so long and now seeing you so down, defeated, I wanted, no needed to do something.’ ‘Well yes, not a good day, well not until now.’ She smiled. ‘Here,’ she handed him an envelope. ‘A mysterious envelope,’ he replied, ‘I’ve been served a few of those lately.’ ‘None like this,’ she said, pausing while he began to open it. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day,’ she said as he opened it and pulled out the card. ‘Valentine’s Day? In all this mess I had completely forgotten. I should.