.. I cannot believe it ... It's a puma with a damn control collar on it. I draw my bow, fire and son-of-a-bitch! I only wound the damn puma! I am piss...d at myself for not getting a clean kill!It does make him change direction and he's now headed away from the fox and Sharik. But nothing is worse than a wounded animal, except possibly a wounded animal that's been modified to be a killer.I work my way out of the tree, hit the ground and I'm surprised when I see the fox and Sharik waiting for me.. “You look great,” I reassured her. “And I think these guys have wanted to get a look at you for quite awhile now.” I winked at the guys.Sarah thought about it, then appeared to examine her body while turning around for us all to see.“Are we still gonna play?” she asked, suddenly. “I’ve probably got one more in me...” her voice trailed off.“Alright. You guys okay with one more?” I asked. “How about winner takes all?” “Hell yeah,” John said. None of the guys seemed all that interested in taking. If you'd prefer to fly we can easily hire a car for the occasion." No, no. We'll come up by car. I loathe airports anyway. Would you like us to come up on the Tuesday or the Wednesday?" Either, sir." Let's make it the Wednesday." Fine. One last question. Does your wife have any particular interests? Music, paintings, architecture?" All of those to a greater or lesser extent." OK, sir, we can organise something but she might like to have a look at the internet and see if there is something in. Chris had been fidgeting all through lessons too.His leg kept whacking against mine as he rapidly opened and closed them.I nudged him at one point and asked him what was wrong.Like,did he need the toilet or something.He'd giggled and shook his head,'No'.So I asked him again what he was doing.He'd leaned into me and whispered,"It makes my willy feel all good when I squeeze it between my legs like this"I'd looked down and sure enough his dicky was tenting his grey school-shorts.Chris gave me a.