”“But you didn’t know the kidnappings had been going on for two hundred years,” I said.She shrugged her shoulders indicating I was right. Then..., after a long pause she asked softly, “Did you kill them?”“I killed Jack,” I answered. “Without him, they shriveled up.” She shuddered slightly. “They were some form of succubi,” I said, “but they depended on the power held in that turnip.”She looked confused. “You were there,” I said. “You heard them say they were going to bring Jack O’Lantern– Jack. "So, you would just leave, let me take care of Georgia while you would stay at your house safe and far away from me?" Something like that", she said and it was clear that she was mocking him."Ok. You can go anywhere you please but first you will answer my questions"."What do you want to know James? If it was fun? Of course it was. If I feel sorry? Yes, I am sorry and yes I value my friendship with Georgia more than a day of great sex"."Am I supposed to tell Georgia all that?" He was being. He closed as eyes and moaned too as each droplet fell upon him. Once her body relaxed, he had a shiny glaze from his forehead to his chin. He looked up at her and their eyes locked before she let out a growl and shimmied her way over to him. She dropped the leash from her mouth and slowly started licking her juices from her lover’s face. Slowly and sensually, her warm tongue lapped up every last bit of her marking. Once she was finished, she slipped her tongue between his lips to give him one. Tonko cooked up the other. He made a stew with some of the stuff that our women had packed for us. What meat didn’t get put into the stew pot got cooked up that night; roasted over the open fire. It was edible. Tonko wasn’t the worst field cook amongst my hunters, but he certainly wasn’t the best. It didn’t help that our meal turned out to be a very sombre occasion. I was in a foul mood and too pissed at life in general to curb my behaviour in the presence of the others. It didn’t help much.