No one is allowed to know who the hunters are. They exist to kill, to root out traitors, to hunt down runaways. We start again, and now the gravel gri...ds on my wounds. The pain has surpassed my level of feeling, and has faded into nothingness now. I stop screaming and breathe, examining my situation. Townspeople are gathered all around me, staring and murmuring. They are so self-righteous, with their fancy codes and rules. They condemn anyone who dares to be different, who dares to show a sign. The sensation was amazing as everything kicked in. I had a raging hard on, and began to watch porn on TV. But it wasn't enough. I needed a woman. I could tell that the d**gs were having an effect. Hell! I could actually see my nutsack swell in size as my body created more jizz. Then I remembered. I had been on the strip earlier in the day, and someone had given me a flash card for a hooker. I had never called on the services of a professional before, but what was stopping me? I was in. .." Honey," interjected Christy, "if there are things you'd rather not talk about..." No, I want to tell you. You have a right to know about me." No one has a right to know anything you don't want them to," counseled the beautiful black wife."You both have been so wonderful I feel as if I could tell you anything."And for the next few minutes Marianne related her life with her parents, her father's repeated rapes, her marriage to Cornelius and his perversions, his death, her life as a prostitute. She didn’t sound as though she had any guilt feeling or even any regrets yet. I knew that might or might not change. I decided to just enjoy the moment.“Well you have a good night,” I said. “I’m going to be out pushing worms tomorrow.”“That sounds like so much fun,” she said.“Yeah right, talk to nobody interesting all day,” I said.“Sometimes I envy people who live like that. I have a feeling that I would make a great hermit,” she said.“I doubt that, but I’m going to let you go so I can rest up.