Béla lay on the log listening to the silence. “You have no idea!” she told him. Xxx Jake raised the bow, aiming carefully at her right nipple, and released the arrow. The bumper struck her first, crushing both leg bones. She took a heavy spear off the decorated wall and pried up the floorboards. She’d packed quickly and neatly – a handful of panties and stockings, and several changes of clothing, still on the hangers. She felt weak and heady from blood loss and her orgasms and decided to turn over and straddle the log. She gave his clothes, what few were hung up, a shove to one side, then went back and opened her suitcase. “How come we have to do the dirty work,” the dim-witted man whined, mostly to himself, “just ‘cus he’s the one with th’ ed’cation.”
They were both sweating profusely in the
