"We are the hunted, and you are the hunters," she said, and of course it's so true. And it's probably as it should be and as old a story as Cromagnon ...man. Man see woman. Man want woman. Man grunt. Woman shriek and run away. Man chase. Woman catches stiletto in undergrowth.Man catch. And whatever happens in the bushes is the way of the world.But it's even more true online than in the real world.Every woman I talk to online and/or meet in real life thereafter always says they get literally. Hopefully you are feeling as sexy as I know you look. It's time, now open the box.I gently peeled back each taped corner of the shiny wrapping. Inside revealed ribbons and tissue paper. I discovered a mask and a fancy tube of deep red glossy lipstick. The mask was beautiful, something I could see wearing to a formal masquerade ball. It was a silver and black sturdy material with a velvety cloth covering, it was big enough to cover some of my forehead, around my blue eyes, and half of my cheeks.. When we arrived, Shadow was still puzzled about what was going on, but he was obviously game for whatever was to come. We went into the store where I told him to browse around for a few minutes while I took care of something. He agreed and wandered off to look the place over. I went over to the clerk, told him who I was and asked if he had my things ready for me. He looked me over and was obviously pleased at what he saw, then told me that the only really private area was behind the counter, in. ‘You got a truck from Mrs. Bloodworth,’ I began. ‘Only you forgot to pay her for it.’ ‘Is that what this is about? She sent you to get the money?’ He laughed again. ‘By yourself?’ He quickly closed the distance between us. About three feet from me, he drew back his right hand. His fist was as big as a concrete block. Holding his left hand out for aim, he swung with all his might. I moved to my left and felt the punch go by my head. As his hand crashed into the door of the shitter, splintering.