My assailant must have finally realized that I had been faking the severity of my wound. This time I was able to mark the location of the shooter from...his powder smoke. I had switched over to smokeless powder just about a year ago, and never looked back. That damned powder smoke would give away your location faster than most anything else. To hell with the added expense!The shooter was hunkered down behind a hillock about 50 yards on the other side of the trail from where I was hiding. He was. ?I think we’ll start with a long slow cleanse, and move on to some high pressure washing in due time? the sadist stated as Darren began to feel a warmth spreading through his bowels. Slowly the volume of water being driven into the bound and helpless slave increased, until the telltale cramps began and Darren began to moan softly through his ring gag. Not yet satisfied, the Master and his simpleton son looked on with glee until Darren’s abdomen began to bloat and distend with the amount of. When Red Cloud got there, I explained that if the leg became infected, the idiot could die or lose the leg. When Red Cloud lit into him in his own language, I could tell from his tone that he was mad. After tearing the brave a new one, Red Cloud asked me to fix the leg one more time, but if he did it again, to just let him die. So I fixed the fool’s leg again, again with no local for the pain, putting the stitches back in and applying a fresh bandage. Then I gave him some more ampicillin. I. " I'm going to leave," Gwen said, nervously pulling at her fingers."No, don't." Bob pulled himself out of the water and grabbed her arms firmly. "Look. There's nothing wrong. I just got excited. I like you Gwen. Sybil likes you. Forget what happened. Nothing happened anyway. Look, I don't want to take advantage of you. I know how it is for you, your husband's away, you're a passionate woman. Nature is that way. Look. Dive in. Wash off. Laugh. We're going to have a good time tonight." All.