"Tell me the truth then, how often to you lay out here naked?" He had stopped smacking her ass, but he was still holding her down,a nd she felt him mo...ve forward, so close that she could feel the heat of his body against the back of her legs and her pussy, and she wondered vaguely if he could feel the heat radiated from her burning ass. She didn't think about where he would be feeling it though."Once or twice a week." She didn't want to lie again, her ass hurt enough and she wasn't sure what. “I’m afraid so. Can you walk?” He asked, “I want to get you somewhere safe and at this hour I think that’s the beach house.”With his arm around her, he helped her walk to the beach house.“I know you don’t want to be alone, but I need to get back to your condo to check things out. I want you to lay here on the sofa and relax. I will lock you in and be back as soon as I can. Keep your cell phone with you just in case.”“Just in case what? In case they followed us, down here and break in? I was. She becomes rational enough for speech, whispered and fearful though it is. ‘Oh God, what have you done to us and your son!?’ Her shriek still sets him on his edge and his shoulders tense in old sympathy reactions. He laughs a little, curious enough to ask, ‘Was that my son in the hallway? Oh, I wished I could have told him a better joke, than I had to tell the rest. I don’t think he inherited my sense of humor though.’ ‘What have I done to deserve this!?’ His shoulders barely twitch and he. It isn’t really a difficult job.Hunting in winter is more difficult. The larger herds either move on to places lower down and out of our valley where snow rarely falls, or the herds break up into smaller groups of animals and they go off into the forests, or into a number of cul-de-sacs scattered about the foothills and near the valley walls where they can find both shelter and enough food that they can last on for the winter. It means winding our way through the woods and over tree-covered.