"Shit-kicker," he sprayed in my direction as I turned away. I heard him pick up the weapon, pivoted back and hit him in the face, bringing a spray of ...lood from his mouth and nose. I grabbed the top of the pistol, holding the flint back and smashed his gun hand down to the table top, likely breaking a knuckle or two. Someone jumped on my back, and I shrugged him off and backed up a step, yanking my blade bayonet from my belt."One at a time," I said. "Outside."I turned my back again and walked. The few that did come back for a second date were quick to bail out when they realised that she was not easily claimed as a sexual conquest. Only a couple of people knew that twenty-five year old Cassandra Marsh was still a virgin. She had come close to losing it once – four years ago she had been out on a series of dates with a man she’d met at college. On the sixth date, after driving her home to her apartment, he began kissing her with unsolicited passion while he slipped his hand up her. You know full body orgasms and erotic visualizations.We had done this many times without a problem but this one night Mike had a new CD to try. I was excited to try something new when he put headphones on my head and started with a back massage. I was lying on the bed nude, as we always did when we would do the erotic hypnosis.Now, I normally got very excited while we did this, but this time I fell asleep. Mike was washing my face with a wash cloth and looking worried."Hi honey what's wrong," I. It was these that received my attention. They were my prey of the hunting game. Were these men the onetime voyeurs peeking in as they walked past or would they circle back for another look. About 30 minutes into my little game I noticed a young white guy in a black hat, white athletic top and blue shorts pass by the window. I could not tell much else about him as he was only looking in the window momentarily so as to not attract attention. A moment later I noticed what appeared to be the same.