After the bestpart of 2 years I still hadn't grown tired of it. Sometimes I playedwith others. Sometimes just alone. I suppose it was not dissimilar t...o'Guess the weight of the hog' at the country fair. My derivative was"Guess the weight of the neonate." The longer I'd been doing it the moreaccurate I had become. Guessing down to the gram was perhaps a littletoo specific, but it was always nice to see how close I got. The problemwas, in spite of our metric society, everyone still loved pounds. And it would come to her in that instant as a breath or a look. Just before he took a fist full of her long hair in his hands to pull her in closer for a soft, lingering kiss or to push her mouth down to serve him further. He could be anyone. From the darkest Lord of the Underworld to the Prince of Beauty’s dreams – His range was incredible. For her he was truly an angel thrown from hell. Tonight, what would she want? What cunning phantom or humble muse will possess her under this moon?. As I made my way along the path back to the car park, just as I emerged from the dip, I could see, squatting in the open door-way of her car, an unusually attractive, girl-racer type, taking a piss. Her vehicle was at the perfect angle, parked across the end of the pathway, so I got a full view of everything, including her streaming torrent of piss, as it jetted onto the tarmac below her.I contemplated stopping in my tracks, as I was partially hidden on the path by the tall grass, but realised. Even so, she stayed clear of the burned out hut. Tired but afraid to sleep yet, she gathered both her own and Mira’s bags. She wanted to get away from the woodsman’s place in case somebody came out to find out why he hadn’t been to town to sell wood for several days. As a warning to any such visitors, she made a sign from planks taken from the barn and wrote a warning of the mold possibly being in the burned remains of the house. This done, she hurried as well as she could with her load back to.