She had seen similar stakes before. Known as potkoli, they were set by goblin tribes at the edge of their camps to ward off evil spirits and to warn ...he tribe’s shaman of any approaching danger.But this looked like it hadn’t been cared for in a long time. The leather thongs that held the skulls in place looked to have been chewed on by various animals, and the stake itself had sagged to the side. Judging from the weathered condition of the bones, the potkoli had to have been at least a year. He didn't say anything but I was afraid he saw my panties. So I moved on and kept shopping for a few more minutes and the went to the check out line. As I am standing the the same older guy smiling at me come up to me and hands me a piece of paper with his number on it and tells me he like what he saw and to call him. I was shocked and nervous after he left and didn't know what to say. So I leave the store and go home and think about what just happened. Around ten that night I call him to see. It would be suicidal. I could help her and then let her go. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to put up walls. I closed my eyes and my mouth moved without thinking. ‘I know, Samantha,’ I said softly. My whole body wanted to die. Blood was rushing with every heartbeat. My arms and legs tried to send the blood back in revolt. Everything felt wrong, my extremities didn’t feel like mine. ‘Oh, God,’ Amber said. I opened my eyes to see her backing away from me, her hand over her mouth. I. " Oh, I am not blaming you dear, you did an excellent job. Donna alsoused to pull me out of a jam once in a while. I thought you will be aworthy replacement for Donna and I was right. Well done, dear." Janicechuckled. "I just hope he does not find out that I have never held agun in my hand in my life and couldn't tell a shotgun from a rifle."Janice took Joni in her arms. However, Joni looked at the door."You are right, of course. Better lock the door." As Joni came toJanice again, Janice took.