So far I'm not really doing all that well." Is this as far as you made it?" she asked me. "This is not even a mile from your house." I know," I grunte..., watching almost transfixed as a bead of sweat trickled down her neck and across the front of her chest to dribble into her cleavage. I tore my eyes away from this sight before she caught me gawking at it. "I uh... like I said. I'm pretty new to this. Trying to get some exercise and lose a little weight you know." Oh I know," she said. "I plump. Think of it like this, maybe: when you’re travelling on a motorway, you may not sense how fast you are going until the the car in front slams on its brakes. In the same way, what seems ‘normal’ to someone who sees a lot of pornography, or has experienced a steady escalation in the material they’re viewing, may be far from normal (and even abhorrent) to someone who doesn’t - or has, but decided it wasn’t for them.The take-home, though, is that pornography is not in-and-of-itself, the problem.. In fact it looked like Master Titan also left happy. Ah, well, could I come in for a moment?” It had been a weird enough night, so I thought, why the hell not? “Yeah, uh, ok sure.” “Well, actually, Rebecca, Master Bartholomew sent me with Master Titan’s compliments. I’m supposed to finish you off for the night and tuck you in.” She said the words with a seductive and knowing smile. She was about five feet tall and very cute. She had long black hair with wavy curls and dark oval-shaped eyes. Her. When I found a hip length hunting coat that was Camouflage, she stopped asking. "Do you get it now," I whispered."Yes, you and Martin are going hunting," she said positively."It could happen, yes." I moved on to the skinning knives. They had the long, wide bladed Bowie knife, so I tossed one of those into the cart. Then I had to find a clerk to open the looked display case and sell me a Mossberg shotgun. It was a replacement for the one the state police had. Not a single round had been fired.