"I rubbed my collar smiling at him. "I work from home doing freelance illustrations for magazines now. And this is basically my wedding band so to say.... I directed his attention to the picture on the wall of Mistress and I standing and hugging each other on our honeymoon in Hawaii, her left arm was intentionally draped over my neck placing her bracelet over my heart and next to my collar. "See my wife has one too, on her wrist though. We didn't want traditional rings. I liked the collar; she. I think there were three men. One cooked, one was a lookout, an' one stayed with me. I think they rotated jobs 'cause one man farted a lot and he really stank. He wasn't in the cabin the whole time. I think the other two made him the outside lookout as much as he would stand fer." Now that's useful information, Joey. Ya're doin' good. How many times did they feed ya?" Six... No, seven times. I never had nothin' but beans an' coffee. I really got tired of them beans. Them men weren't good cooks,. I did my hunting by snares and traps. Louise had begun to toddle all over the cabin and had learned enough words that when she repeated them it was like a muddle in my head.My new talent allowed for me to leave Louise alone at the cabin. I could keep an eye on her by just casting my mind to her. I was bringing things from the lean-to to the cabin. I had my bow in my hand when I looked up and a large buck was looking at me. His body was angled away from me and he was looking back over his. They were all given cars on their 16th birthdays, attended private school, and bought designers clothes. These girls always had their nails done and their hair dyed. They wore Clinique make up and real diamonds and pearls. These girls were in sororities. While their parents thought they were so virginal, they were having more sex than people did in the 60's. They looked pretty and pristine but deep down were all horny sluts, which I could not resist. I loved the fact that looking at them you'd.