" His eyes filled with tears as they trailed down the reflection and he lightly touched the four-inch scar on his soft abdomen."Amazing. Down there al... that's left is a delicate pink line. Why can't my face be that easy?" He shook his head and looked at his belly, "Well, at least I can fix that, once I get the 'all clear' to work out."The young husband winced when he moved his left leg and groaned as he flexed his hip, "Damn they say the pelvic cracks are minor and nothing to worry about, but. “See,” said Liz to Daffy, “he’s very fond of his daughter.”Daffy scowled. “Yes. I wish he’d got ‘fond’ of mine before she let her Uncle Steve knock her up.”Liz stared at her. “You’d have let Dan fuck Sara?”“Don’t look like that at me: you let him fuck Becky.”Liz huffed. “Well, I didn’t exactly let him: truth is they were already fucking each other by the time I found out about it. It seemed a bit late then, and I suppose I’ve resigned myself to the inevitable. In a few months, Becky’ll have a. He photographed her, wrote notes about her, and even studied what foods she ate. He would wake up thinking about her and go to sleep thinking about her, and would dream about her. He found out about her family, her friends, her life history, she was his specialist subject. His life was totally consumed by her, and it gradually became much more than sex. He wanted to own her, to be able to play with her whenever he wanted, and would stop at nothing to get his way. It wasn’t the first time he’d. Once or twice I even tried to catch one, but I simply wasn'tagile enough.I walked on. The sun shrank. The swamp came alive with crickets andfireflies again.Then there was a new smell. Smoke. And sweat.Human sweat, I somehow knew.I didn't want to be seen. I certainly didn't want to meet any otherplayers. But...what if they had food? My gurgling empty gut decided forme. I followed the smell.Another half mile up-stream, I came upon the source of the stink. Asmall village huddled against itself in.