I snorted as I considered her admission. "Just like you, I expect our prey will not hide," I concluded. "We will split on my command. I will distract ...ur target from the front while you work your way around and disable him from behind with an arrow. I don't want him dead, only near dead."My adrenaline kicked in quickly as we raced silently through the forest seeking our quarry. I couldn't keep the grin off of my face thinking of the deadly surprise I would offer our intruder. We both felt him,. .. somehow! She spun away from Charles and turned around to face both of them, her eyes blazing with desire and anger. She looked back and forth between the two of them as she let them have it!"That's about enough out of both of you! I am not going to let you continue to manhandle me like that ... no matter how much I like it! We are in a very public place and I must ask both of you to treat me with a little more respect! Shame on you, Ward, for ogling me the way you've been doing right in. There is no hand attached, the arm seemingly ending just above the wrist as it disappears under the unbuttoned fly of her jeans. The arm moves, flexes, moves. Her body writhes in concert with the movement of the arm.I struggle up to a sitting position, and the scene evolves into something more real, more unreal.One of my roommates, on the floor. It is his arm I see, his hand is stroking my girl's slit, his finger waging its own tiny war with her clitoris. His eyes are also closed, as he is. ”“I give up. Excited about the trip?”“You bet.”“Alright. We’ll meet on the D day then.”“Sleep tight hugging your pillow, single fellow.”“Consider yourself dead when you come across me in the future.”“We’ll see about that.”We kept in touch throughout the month. What to pack, what type of shoes to wear and schedule in salons. Huh, girls. She asked me about a ton of things despite me begging her not to irritate her. It is a month away for fuck’s sake.The D day was pretty uneventful. I looked over.