” Tears were welling up in her eyes, along with a sadness that broke my heart, as she silently bowed her head, turned from me, and left the room. ...t was another long, sleepless night, hoping and waiting for Jenny to appear at my bedroom door, but still she did not come. Looking back now, I see that night as a turning point in my life; it was the point at which I decided that I would be in control of my own destiny. From that moment onwards, life would no longer just be something that happened. Some dumped in alleys in other states. Once we acquired the animals for the movies we began feeding them to the pigs."I asked the names of the people who were killed. He told me half a dozen names but said there were a few more he couldn't remember. He'd have to check his records.I asked, "Why did you kill them?" Most of the time it was an accident. Someone punishing their slave lost control or a movie got out of hand. There have been a few slaves who just couldn't, or wouldn't be trained no. Jessica giggled. "Me too." She unstrung the sarong and let it drift to the floor, and stood, hands on hips, feet spread so that one was either side of my own. The bikini bottoms were very tight. I could see the outline of her mound, and wisps of dark hair peeping over the top and out the sides. "So how much do you like what you see?" she asked."Very much." I said, almost in a whisper.Jessica smiled a naughty smile. "Don't tell me." she grinned. "Show me." and with that she pulled her bikini. We'd put a sturdy box for me to stand on near the top. Using it I could reach over into the container and unpack loose items.About an hour later I was ready to make my first trip down the path. I'd dug out my dolly and loaded it. I slung my Marlin over my shoulder, took a look around to make sure nothing was approaching my cache, and then grabbed the dolly's handle and took off.Rolling the dolly four hundred yards or so down a fairly steep grade brought me to a fork in the path. Not exactly,.