The pretty blonde is at the bus stop again. This time she is sipping hot tea from a travel mug and watching the birds fly by. I can see the steam from...her cup rising lazily in the still morning air.By the end of the day I am dragging and it feels like the walk back from the train station is about five kilometers instead of a couple of blocks. I get home and Lori informs that she had invited people for supper. Bollocks to that, I am not having it, not tonight. I feel like hell and in no mood to. "Sally and I were," she said and then she licked her lips and smiled. "You heard us, didn't you?"I returned her smile and nodded. "And you are a doubting Thomas."She nodded and raised her lamp.I flipped up my shirt and let the monster free, its big head jumping up and down and its thick stalk rising, heavy-veined, aiming up toward her nose. My stones had coalesced into a tight ball up beneath the base of my root, about the size of a small cannon ball. I weighed them in my hand. They nearly. She was blindfolded, with a heavy thick black cloth draped aroundher head, and her mouth was stuffed with a dark red ball gag that was strappedon. She wore a heavy red robe, tied in the front, and she stumbled slowlyas the dark haired women pulled her forward. "Let me introduce to you all to my assistant, Frauline Richter. And of courseour beautiful volunteer, Liesel." Schumann smiled deeply. "Frauline, if youwill please secure Liesel to the cross, we will begin the demonstration." Frauline. True to the Code of a Vermont Mountain Man, he vowed that he would find and save this person, or he would die trying. He carefully dressed, and put on small four point ice creepers to the bottom to his boots. They were not much, but they might help. Bo was posturing like a dog wanting to go out as Buck emerged from the tent. Buck followed him to the base of the cliff ledges. Barely through the sheets of sleet, he saw someone sitting holding their knees above him. It took him fifteen minutes to.