What would he be able to tell me? That Elise and Jess had gouged Laura's eyes out in his presence? That screaming and yelling had been heard? That som...one had jumped - or been thrown - out the window from the sixth floor? That blood was seeping out from under the front door? Get a grip! I told myself. As usual, Ramone was calm personified. "Good evening Mr. George," he said. "I took your daughters up to Miss Laura. It is really nice they are here for your birthday." Thanks Ramone," I said. “Well, Varner hired him.”“I know. It’s just that he gives me the creeps. Those droopy eyes. But he’s not sleepy. I know it’s silly, Flint, but he reminds me of a cat. All smooth-moving and slinky. But a feral cat.”It was now a routine, a habit, with Cayuse and me. As we’d done in Little River, we rode out of town two or three days a week and practiced up on our shooting skills. It was cold work, winter work, often in heavy snow. But winter was what we had.Some mornings we took Rebecca and Rosie. The bear didn’t like getting hit by the arrows. It bellowed again and then it dropped to all fours once again. At that point Gabon got a second hit in, striking the bear in the animal’s back just between the shoulders. It just pissed the creature off a little more. Annoyed the bear started to charge. It didn’t get too far. A high powered rifle bullet took it down.The shot took me by surprise. It also took my men by surprise as well. Luckily I recovered quickly.“Scatter,” I shouted out in our. I had never felt so sexually vulnerable and so sexually voracious as in the following minutes of passionate full body encompassing bliss and open anal pitted exposure. My arse was pummelled like a butcher tenderizing meat. Its limits of sensitivity tested and retested. I was comprehensively buggerised. I was anally gouged. I was pumped deep with creamy male seed as he finally released one hell of a huge load in my needy arsehole, just as his finger work on my clitty led to a stunning climax..