" I dropped my voice a little. "You're very much not."She waited, and I could see by her eyes that she was thinking. She said slowly, "You're going to...go for a walk in the woods. All right? This is a very important test." Okay." You're going to go for a walk in the woods. You approach the woods, walking. What's the weather? What's the time of day?"I thought, watching her. "It's morning. Early. It's spring. The sun is bright but not hot. The sun just rose a little while ago." Mmm. Okay. As you. ’ I turned to my left as I emerged from the tree cover and saw her for the first time in six months. My heart caught as I realized that no picture could capture her. An organ slightly further south gave it’s own opinion of how I really felt about her looks. She had the classic ‘farmer’s daughter’ style going, cut off shorts and a shirt tied up to bare her navel. I had forgotten how she affected me… ‘I’ve been waiting, Will. Six fucking months I’ve been waiting. And even for this you’re late!’. She chose not to, however. I say "chose" but let's not misinterpret that word to mean what it normally means. In many cases a choice is made based on logical reasoning. You choose to go to work so you'll get paid and have money. You choose which item to buy, based on quality, or price or whatever. But sometimes a choice has a less rational basis. Why do you choose, for instance, to eat Cheerios for breakfast, rather than Raisin Bran? Those choices are based on something less substantial .... Just remember to hose her down real good when you’re done. She needs to be clean for the party." responded Drake, pointing at the hose hooked up to the faucet in the corner. Kirk untied the beautiful Rayna from the walls, as David un-hooked her from the ceiling. She was greatful for her aching limbs to finally be free. Kirk pushed Rayna onto the open mattress on the middle of the concrete floor. David un-cuffed her hands, only to tie them back up to two different pipes sticking out of the.