It was my plan now to try to smell those panties. I went and turned off the water valve as the ladies were leaving. The coach asked if I needed help a...d I replied that it should be easy enough and I probably wouldn't. I entered the locker room. The air was humid and dense with the sweaty scent of college girls. It was slightly musky but very feminine. My cock began to swell in my pants. I inhaled deeply, especially where some sweaty clothes and jerseys still sat on benches. I began to work on. If our man actually arrived in time to see the 'kill' he would discover that it could take two hours to deal with the quarry, once it was cornered. The protective camouflage would first be torn off, by the hunters not by the dogs. This would reveal a naked more-or-less beautiful young woman, usually a concubine of whom the Emir had tired, but occasionally a slave bought specifically for the purpose. The 'kill' consisted of any hunter who felt so inclined making use of any orifice he fancied for. She's so clumsy.”Becca, giggling, fell into the guard, her arms slipping around his neck. She pressed her curvy body against his, wiggling and grinding on him as she stared up at his handsome face. He had his hands out to the side, like he was afraid of touching her.Probably afraid of someone crying out sexual assault on him.“Oh, my, you caught me,” Becca giggled. “I'm such a ditzy girl. My boobs are just so big. Do you think they're too big?”“No,” he groaned.“No, because you like my big. A thought behind the simple statement seemed to suggest that the answer was obvious.“Wrong fucking question,” Amber murmured out loud. “Why am I here?”‘You are here because you thought you could help,’ the Praetor replied. ‘Why else would you be here?’“That’s what I’m asking you, dammit!” Amber snarled into the air.‘You search for complexities that don’t exist,’ the Praetor responded. ‘Logic and survival are simple tasks. Your emotions are complex and stain everything you view with complexities.