It involved tracking Her down, learning Her habits, and working on the detail. At the same time, i prepared Her arena, an outbuilding on my farm. i wa... able to take my time; there's nobody else here. i designed and built my frame. It's a simple contraption; merely a rectangle, with an axle on each side supported on two A-frames, but the dimensions are precise. At the moment She is exactly one inch off the floor, Her arms and legs are pulled out at 45o, and stretched tight.You see this is Her. The nextmany weeks our lessons were very operative, it was fieldwork,photography, how to make contact, how to comminicate, selfdefence,weapons (we both got a very small Derringer) and how to work alone. Iwas send one week to Manchester in a safe house where I was to livealone. It was not easy, I was use to have matron or Kathy to talk to,now it was real. We would be contacted, and given assignments. Thepersons that would contact us would not know us, or our background. Onecontact was very. ‘Is it cold out? Cause you were talking in your sleep.’ The look of pure mischievous delight crossed his face as he leaned towards me. ‘Uh no. Why?’ Oh crap, what did I say? ‘Uh, what did I say?’ I asked suspiciously, trying to hide my embarrassment behind it. ‘Not much.’ he smiled slyly, ‘But those sure look warm and cozy.’ While I was sleeping, my sarong had split and revealed the edge of my panties. Fur and all. I’d forgotten all about my anonymous gift and that I was still wearing them.. Things spiralled out of control very quickly after that. The event wasn't unusual. I shrugged and made my way out of the house and went for a walk.I had had a snack the night before and I wasn't craving for blood. I noticed that the intervals between meals were becoming a little longer than when I had started out on my new life. I use the word loosely, you understand. I mean, what is an un-life to a breather is a life to me.I enjoyed those evening walks. I liked to watch the day transition into.