“Hey!” I complained. “You want me dead already?”She looked surprised then realised.“Oh hell!” she said. “I see what you mean. Hamlet had... just taken poison hadn’t he? How about this instead?“‘Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow!’ “ she said gazing into my eyes, her hand dramatically on her delicious chest.“Oh! Romeo and Juliet eh? Now can I remember? – ‘Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.’ “ I said, glancing down pointedly at the swell of said breast, both of them. She had also left it in a silken puddle that first night in Jamaica, although that time it had been on the stones of the patio next to the hot tub that had been in the courtyard at the centre of their private cabin. Stepping over the kimono, Eric again leaned against the frame of the open door, and looked lovingly at Vanessa as she ran the bath. The bathtub was tucked into the corner of the room opposite the shower, the tiles that lined the floor continuing up the sides, and forming the wide. It was then that the smells registered on my conscious mind. There was the scent of Gus behind me. The smell of a man highly aroused. There were the scents of the room: the leftover smells of sex and passion. Finally, there was the smell from the pelts. It was the smell of a wild animal, and though not strong, a normal human would hardly be able to detect it from even a foot away, along with all of the things that had happened that day, it set me off.When combined with the kill, the meat, the. "I spent the rest of the day checking out things around post, so that I had a good idea of where everything was. I had dinner at the NCO club and went back to the room at around 2100 hrs.It must have been around 2300 hrs when I heard the commotion coming from the rear of the building. I had been on my laptop when it started, reading a story on line. When I heard a girl scream, it definitely got my attention. I pulled the reproduction Model 97 trench gun from its carrying case, and slipped five.