Cookie emitted a frustrated moan as I turned off the engine.I took the key from the ignition and turned to her. "What's the matter?"She raised one leg...onto the seat and twisted her body toward me, her face a mask of anxiety. "I don't know if I can go through with this, Jackie. I really don't."I put my hand on her shoulder and she let me. "Cookie. We've been over this. What else can we do? This guy Sharky means what he says. He's got us where he wants us. I've talked to him. You've seen him. We. Did I value my life with Gwen more than I valued my manhood? To behonest, the question was a no-brainer. The last few months had made merealise not only how much I loved her but also just how much theprevious sexual frustration had been hurting both me and her.I looked steadily at her. "Gwen, if you think this is the right coursefor the two of us, then yes, I'm willing."She didn't say anything straight away, simply sighed and looked at me.Finally, she drew in a long breath, "Oh my love," she. I flashed my phony smile once more, with the same puzzling expression."I see you've worked a lot of places... Miss Corbitt is it?" She asked."Jennifer, please. And Yes, I've been "stolen" away from a lot of software companies of late, not to brag or anything..." I shrugging at my own lame lie. She started back, rubbing her chin and flicked a tousle of her autumn hair from out of her face, studying my resume.I watching for any crack in her armor, trying to hide my desperateness. Nobody hires. They talked about what they wanted to do with Cindi after they won her. The score was very close so any one of them could be the victor. The conversation finally came around to the plans for the day. They were told that the early afternoon was set aside for bird watching, like no other bird watching. It didn’t sound like much fun to the guys but knowing their host it would be different. Later on in the day they were going hunting one by one with Cindi as the prey. The paint ball guns would come.