’ I stroked my chin, I hadn’t shaved in a week. ‘But I’ll have a look at the radio and the emergency beacon tomorrow and see if I can get them...working.’ ‘No rush.’ She lay back down and resumed her gazing at the multitude of stars. ‘Fish is nearly ready.’ I said after a while, twisting around the stick they were impaled on. Lisa didn’t answer, she was asleep. I sighed and took the cooked meal from the flames, laying them on a plate. As I picked at one I took the opportunity to look at Lisa. I. Thathe and he alone had the power to decide my fate, that I was going to be whippedfucked and abused at his discretion and possibly given away at the end of thedays game as a prise to his friends none of whom I knew but from listeningto Brian's phone conversation all of whom had various forms of equipment andwere no strangers to tormenting a suitably helpless naked male. I would have been in this position for no more than a few minutes when I heardthe garage door open and close quietly but no. Each time someone commented on it I would puff up with pride at my beautiful wife.Slowly over the following months I bought her all manor of new clothes for her to wear. Most were just everyday sort of things, like jeans and t-shirts but others were a bit more revealing. As I have said, her legs were incredibly, long and shapely but she seldom wore short skirts. For our first Christmas together I bought her two really short ones and I insisted she wore one to the New Year's party we had been. Anorexia struck. She had honed her skills quickly and her prey was fast caught in talons on both of her front feet. Her assent was not hurried and she kept plenty of room between her and tall obstacles. A few minutes later she plopped down in the family field with a dead doe for breakfast."She prefers venison of late," Pardin said, helping his mother to dismount."It's better than my gooseberry bushes, damnit it all," she said. "We need to talk in private while my grandragon eats, son. Are any.