As my bow was still ready, I killed him with an arrow. I wondered what he was reading. The pages of the book were blank and I looked at his sightless ...yes, now realizing what the note meant. Their watchman had been blind. I was glad we hadn’t tried to sneak by him then, because he surely would have heard us and raised the alarm.Some wooden steps led upward through the cave in a crude stairway. We followed the pathway, trying to stay within the shadows. Through an archway ahead, I saw a bandit. Her boyfriend wasn't very happy, haha." Yeah, it was funny. I was only killing time, but he took it more seriously. The girl - I jokingly called her 'Pretty Emily' - wasn't especially pretty. Certainly not as pretty as any of you beautiful girls..."After the consequent expressions of appreciation, my subsequent even more forceful reiterations, their further appreciation, etc., I continued, "Emily was reasonably good looking, and she seemed to have a good figure, but the thing that interested me. You?re a genius. Please. The only thingtherapy had taught her was that it wasn't true that you could changesomething by talking about it, not even by understanding a problemclearly could you necessarily change it. The Dr. Gertzoffs of the worldseemed to think that if you could only see the problem in its entirety,talk about it incessantly, you could bore it to death. The idea was thatif you could understand why you did the irrational things you did, youcould walk yourself out of the dark forest. She gets back on her knees and crawls over the man until she is straddling his head. Scott feels the thin cotton of her panties against his face. He can even feel the warm dampness from her cunt.Then he notices her looking down at him. “Do you wonder how many boys I fucked while I was at college,” she asks. “Or do you wonder how many I fucked while I was out today?”In truth he hadn’t thought of either until just now. Tinsel grabs the crotch of her panties and slides them aside, giving the man’s.