Perhaps marking herprey, I thought. However, a stray thought of Carol tethered to the bedframe flashed across my mind and I wondered who the prey was?...**ANIMAL CRACKERS***The rest of the week went by normally. However, the cat and mouse gameof teasing, arousal and voyeurism continued with Trish and I. My newcareer would be destroyed if I gave into my new urges to put this bitchin her place and make her pay in naked splendor on her knees to me. Iactually tried to avoid her overtures to me then. Her boobs were exposed now and I asked her what was her size, she said 34C I was like what a perfect figure, flat stomach, then I made her sleep on the bed and went out of the room. I asked her to wait.I went to her kitchen and got a bowl of ice cubes, and I sat beside her bed, took one ice cube and slowly kept it on her lips, she shivered and asked me what am I doing. I asked her to keep quiet. She said she is feeling cold and I kept my finger on her lips asking her to be quiet. I slowly moved. Oh no, what have I done?"So what will we go see?" smiled Dave."Oh - uh -," stuttered Charlie, as he racked his brains desperately foran excuse. "I don't think I want to go to the cinema anymore," he saidsorrowfully.Dave did not look convinced as he searched Charlie for an answer. "That'sodd because about twenty seconds ago you were practically pulling meinside. What's changed?" I - I'm not sure - I'm just - I'm just tired," lied Charlie, beatinghimself up inside for being such an idiot."What. The first night of the mission I went to the Internet to find a man to stimulate my body's endorphin pain killer. It probably wouldn't help a gun shot, but an open wound to the psyche did help to scar over, at least for me it did.Day two started at 6 AM. After five hours sleep I had to be moving. It was part of being connected to reality. It also helped me to keep the Country Store warm. After six hours the embers in the firebox were still glowing. It was easy to build a fire again just by.