She had studied the map and Ramzy El-Najjar's tales of the hunts in past years, both successful and failed, and had developed with him a plan. It was ... good plan, based on the successful ploy of getting behind the hunters and then following them. This made the dogs almost useless because their own and the horses' scents would conceal hers where she managed to stay close to them. While they were following the trail she had laid down earlier she would try to stay close behind them. The only risk. Gein: For avoiding unnecessary trouble, there's nothing better. Where have you hidden my corpse doll? It's not like the Iwanbou series, a product of functional beauty as a master mechanic--it's the pinnacle of artificial beauty as a dollmaker. My greatest creation, that deceived even the eyes of Hitokiri Battousai. It was proof that my creations are the equal of the human creations of God! It would be blasphemy to let it rot away. It must be left to go down in the history of crime!Aoshi: I. His name is duke. One of my closest friends back in London. He helps me with my stories sometimes and is prominent towards Indian culture. To make the story more spicy I ll be writing as duke and tell you the story in his senses. Winters are a figure of fantasy. First of all because they are ‘cool’ and then I don’t know if you feel the same but girls look better in winter. Hahaha. That’s my opinion. Introductions first. My name is Duke Williums. I study at Cambridge. Have a cool life. And I. Mary reached down to play her hands over the two girls beside her, feeling the soft curves and tantalizing the men. “I’m happy just to please myself while you two guys take these luscious whores, okay?” She rubbed over their backsides again, content in offering the naked girls to John and James. She was in the best position to enjoy their actions, and herself, too, and truthfully, she knew at heart she was a brand-new exhibitionist. She had the body. She’d give them a show. Sporting boners.