"Are the other two going to be ok?" asked Jason."They should be, with some rest. I'd start asking you a bunch of questions, but my brain isn't thinkin...g clearly enough, yet," Cathy said with a chuckle.Jason drank the drink down in one straight chug. Then started in on the energy bar."I don't know what happened. She told me to take hold of her hands and then I was flashed with thoughts of how and when people were going to dissect Jon. I got really mad. I would have loved to have just pounded all. She had a very cute face and a tall and curvy body. Shapely breasts with wide hips and a nice juicy ass to match. She was wearing a blouse with those sorts of sleeves that are more like fans or cut flaps so you can easily see her shoulders and underarms if you were looking. And I was looking. She had dark hair and through these fan sleeves (or whatever they're called) I saw even darker hair under her armpits. They looked very much like my own underarms in terms of color and amount of hair,. There was little they could do about it, however. The snow started falling that afternoon. The blanket of white would make it difficult to sneak around invisibly in the wood, and illusions could not make footprints in the snow look as monstrous as their illusionary bodies.Danica determined that there was little they could do but wait until the creatures in the wood tramped around enough to hide new tracks. Subsequent snows that night and the next day delayed that even more.Only a light dusting. Men are such fools.With both letters in my possession, I headed back out. I was very curious to see what these idiots had written to try to dissuade the heart of a woman. ‘My Dearest Camilla, I yearn to have you as my own, washing my linens, and my fine blonde hair, to cook my dinner from my stove, and tend to my house while I wander. Yours Truly, Sven.’ Dibella, that truly is drivel. I was almost fearful about reading the other one. ‘Dear Camilla, I know I have called upon you at your house.