‘What now?’ I asked. He smiled and licked his lips again. ‘Now comes the fun part. Now you try to stay away from me. Struggle and scream all you...can. And when I catch you and throw you on the bed, you keep fighting.’ ‘Then what?’ I whispered. ‘Then I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. Now, go. Don’t let me catch you.’ He started circling me and something in his eyes changed. I felt like a caged animal. I tried to hurry away, but he kept grabbing for me. ‘I’m gonna fuck that. We reach a crowded bazaar. We make several enquiries about the location of the station. I feel restless-it is time for the train to depart from the station. I feel like weeping. My chauffeur is not familiar with place. None of my predecessors ever choose to board the train from this place. All preferred Junglepur although Birsinghpur at 80 KM is much near. At Delhi on 19th I have two messages waiting for me. The first sent on 18th August is in reply to me e-mail:No that number is not mine.. "I guess I can see your point, but if I was your kid, I'd be highly pissed that you left me out of the loop." Yeah, well you're not my kid, you're my hero!" Stop with that, will ya!"Back at the cabin, I tried to stay busy just doing anything to keep me occupied, keep my mind off Rhonda and what she was going through. How could anyone be so cold and unfeeling that they'd just casually put a arrow into a woman's chest like that. He had to be some kind of sociopath! I couldn't get my brain around. As Vincent lay there totally relaxed, he saw that Bryce looked a little anxious. Bryce also stripped down to his boxer shorts, and tensely sat on his bed looking at Vincent. Looking into Bryce’s uneasy eyes, Vincent finally decided to communicate what he had been holding back asking Bryce, up until then.“Bryce, if I am wrong, forgive me… but I have a strong feeling that you’re gay,” Vincent said, softly.Bryce just sat on the opposite bed totally gobsmacked, looking like a criminal who had been.