“Fuck I’m horny.” I whispered.“Me too.”But neither of us wanted the chase to end, we had been horny for so long that I wondered if it was a ...ecord. I had no idea how long it had been since we left the tents, all I knew was that I was loving the chase and the anticipation of a great fuck, or 2 or 3, at the end of it.We heard rusting again and turned our heads to see Ben walking about 30 metres from us. He had a back pack on and I wondered what was in it.Thankfully he didn’t see us and we watched. "I would,in fact I have, she likes having her toes kissed." Lucky her." She smiled as she lathered on another layer of wax. Wechatted and about forty five minutes later I'd been waxed all over. Asshe completed each part of my body she rubbed some cream over it whichcooled my skin and felt very pleasant as she rubbed it on me.When she'd finished the waxing she told me to get dressed. Once dressedshe asked me how I wanted my eyebrows done? I smiled and just said"Femininely?'."You sure? That would. "God damn sun what the hell... why so bright..even for a Friday?" You mumble to yourself as you shuffle across the lawn to your mailbox. You pull out the mail and start flipping through it while hardly paying any attention to it."Bill... Bill.. Who the hell is Bill? .... Hmm.."You pause at your door and stare at an.. unusual letter. It's a bit thicker than the bills and otherwise unremarkable. You shuffle back inside and quickly open the abnormal letter."Congratulations Fred SmithYou have been. Do not let her live my life. May God have mercy on her soul…’ Taken aback, I never for once considered killing the child. She would be sent to the Red Cross refugee camp, and would hopefully find a family in the surrounding nations that would adopt her, and take her away from the poverty, rape, and famine that plagues this nation. Exhausted and heart-broken, I went to the flap of the tent as Marianna began to clean up the operating room. I pushed back the flap and turned my ear to the night.