“Oh god I, you’ve let me chatter on and on for hours” said Ramya “you must be so tired after your trip here.”“Well, yes…actually I am a ...ittle tired now” replied I“Why don’t you grab a quick shower and turn in? Your room’s all made up for you. I’ll just clear up down here.”“Thanks Ramya, I think I will. It’s been a long day, you know?”After a refreshing shower, I climbed contentedly beneath the covers and almost immediately fell into a deep sleep. I awoke some time later, my bladder telling me. Forest Service were presenting an alternative to the Wyoming ranchers for controlling the coyote population.It seems that after years of the ranchers using the tried and true method of shooting or trapping the predators, the Sierra Club had a "more humane" solution to this issue.What they were proposing was for the animals to be captured alive. The males would then be castrated and let loose again.This was ACTUALLY proposed by the Sierra Club and by the U. S. Forest Service.All of the ranchers. Nothing.One day, when she couldn’t fall asleep again, shetiptoed naked past her father’s room and out into thegarden. She lay down and closed her eyes. The sharptwigs and blades of grass scratched her skin; thecool night air, and her fear, made her nipples acheand she pinched and pulled at them and strokedherself between her legs breathing quickly, panting,but she couldn’t let herself come, she had to waitfor something she didn’t understand.Please let me, she whispered. Sam… She drags his mouth back to hers, tangling her fingers in his hair. Balancing her against the door, he reaches for her t-shirt and drags it over her head. His hands are everywhere as his mouth continues its greedy exploration of hers. Stepping back from the door, he carries her to the bed, setting her down beside it. Her hands are busy as well, tugging on his shirt so she can slip her hands beneath. The feel of her soft hands against his stomach adds to the inferno already burning inside.