Then he began undoing the fastenings of her shorts. She felt the material go loose around her waist. She watched him hook his fingers into the elastic... of her panties and begin sliding both garments over her hips and tight ass."Logan!" she gasped down at him."Wave to the kiddies, honey," he grinned, tugging the shorts and panties below her pussy, baring her golden beaver and rapidly swelling cunt-lips.She gasped again, sucking in air. She faced forward. The wind took her breath away. She looked. Heat from her belly, fire in her clamped nipples, the throb of her engorged clit. This is all she is.From the corner of her downcast eye, she watches him. He moves like something on the prowl. From his belt, he takes an enormous knife. She quivers in terror—she has always had a horror of blades. She has never mentioned this. As he approaches her, a violent trembling seizes her. He stops, seeing her distress, and frowns.“Is there a problem, slave?”There it is. It’s the code for ending a scene if. " We'll just have to keep a watchful eye on him," said the preacher."How we gonna do that?" asked Phil."You all heard the man. He's got no car and no clothes. We'll just have to be neighborly and check in on him once in a while. I'm sure all you men have something you're not using that could make his life a little better." But he's an outsider!" complained Gerald.Reverend Hoskins' voice was stern. "He's a man lost in the wilderness, Gerry, and he's with a young woman we all care a great deal. I did read everything that came across my desk, daily; several times a day, as a matter of fact.Still, now that I was almost equal rank-wise with the commander, this message did not bode well. A summons usually meant trouble, and I hated going out in the cold as much as the next man.I stepped further back from the wall, and noticed the chill surrounding me was lessoning from my spell. I was pleased and would come back and check on it a bit later. I wanted to make sure it didn't get to hot in.