She actually looked relieved when I told her that I was thinking about reporting the site to the police.She said, "I'd like that. The things you said ...bout burial and gravestones make sense. But I don't feel comfortable making that decision for others. I wouldn't have wanted my body to end up here, even though I have no family to miss me. This little clearing is creepy as hell!"I hugged her and said, "Okay, let's leave them here. We'll take the SUV back to my place. You can get our car and. “You owe me a hundred bucks. If you’re on parole, you need a job anyway. Try TJ’s Construction, they always need somebody to carry heavy shit and you look like you might be good at that.”“I’ll get you the money...” I paused. “What’s your name?”“Jennifer.”Gypsy Jane raised one eyebrow as I rolled to a stop by the gate. “Give a girl a ride?”“Rules of the road. Ass, cash, or grass.”She hesitated for a second then forced a smile. “I’m broke, but I got a shitload of prime weed and I’m the hottest. There are occasional nutrition videos or new exercise demonstrations.Today I saw a video about Wendigo. It was basically an educational video on how to have a “sexual encounter” with one if that were to happen. Is that possible? How would that happen?Text appeared with the video that explained that Wendigo had been here for a long time, living in the deep wilderness. There were lots of stories passed down by Native Americans about them. The Wendigo, the text read, had been mating with. He squeezed her tits hard and grabbed her ass and spanked her over his knee. I heard him say get over here and suck my cock you little slut. Every time they changed positions he manhandled her and turned her over or spun her around himself. I know he was fucking her every which way. He also loved her shaved pussy. They must have been fucking for close to half an hour in fucking alone when he came. He berated her for being a such a slut that the condom was full of her white slimy cum. We were.