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I must be outta my freakin' mind, lettin' this guy stay with me. Travelin' is hard enough, worse when people who look like that are around. It's been a long time since I was with a man. Not since Mike died. I've tinkered with a few broads, when the troops I was travelin' with hit the brothels. Hey a girl’s got needs, ya know.
I love a thick, full mouthed hussy. All pulled together and clean, little rouge on the lips and nips. Ah, I'm makin' it worse. I'm going to have to work this out when he goes to sleep. Just hope he doesn't wake up before I'm done. That would suck. I could just tell him, but I can't seem to get all that many words out and he isn't very talkative either. I mean how would I go about it anyhow? I'm not gonna harp on it.
He's movin'. My eyes instantly follow. He's got a great ass in those pants. Are they denim or leather I can't really tell without touchin' them. They're a really dark brown so could be either. He's comin' over to my side of the fire, what's that about?
“Here, gimmie your hand, let's see what happened.”
“I got chewed on by somethin' that's what happened.” I try to pull my hand away, but Jake sits down on the ground right on my sleeping bag! Takes my hand into his lap and starts to undo the bandage. His hands are really calloused. He must do ranch work, or buildin' things. I would die if he touched me with those anywhere else... I let out a little sigh, catchin' it before my whole body follows. He doesn’t seem to notice. Thank the Lord! I'm sure my face is bright red at this point. Glad it's dark. I can feel it burnin' and it's not from the fire. Then the strangest thing happens. When he unwraps my hand, he laughs.
“Are you sure it happened like you said, because there's hardly a scratch here.” He turns my hand over runnin' his fingers down the inside of my palm and I'm pretty sure I shudder as I pull my hand away, lookin'. He is right.
“But I know it was mangled.” I insist, still cuppin' the hand. I stand up getting closer to the fire to see it better. “How could it heal so much over night?”
“It couldn't, not without some serious hoo doo.”
I look at him with my eyes wide. “I'm no witch!” I protest. “I don't know what's going on!” My voice is getting a little too loud for the woods and I hear animals scurry away.
“Hey easy, I'm sure it's nothing crazy, I was just saying that there are ways. Things happen. Down along the gulf they got all kinds of strange things. People, animals.” He lets out a low chuckle. “Maybe it was a werewolf.”
“Th- those don't exist do they?”
“Maybe, I don't really know. But if you suddenly sprout fangs and get furry, could you please not hump my leg?”
“That's not funny!”
He chuckles starin' up at me. I can’t help but do the same. “Werewolf. That's just stupid.” I sit back down next to him, shiver a bit.
“You cold?” He asks concerned, grabbin' my face. I stare wide eyed at him. “You feel feverish. Have you a coat in that pack?” I nod yes and he is off to go through my things.
He's going through my things! Fuck! I scramble up, headin' him off before he gets too far through them. “I got it. Thanks. I think I just need to get some sleep, ya know?”
He stretches, his wide chest expandin' in front of me. I swear the Lord sent this man as my torment.
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MORNIN' COMES FAST and we are up and headin' through the forest lickity split. Jake insists I call him J.D. and points out that oddly our initials are the same but opposite. He's real observant, apparently. But not too much. Obviously. It's quiet right now. But that's alright if you know men when they travel. Not much for talkin'. Least not in my experience. When you see or hear somethin' outta the ordinary sure, but otherwise it's a comfortable sort of silence. Most people I meet figure a Bounty Hunter like me is either quiet and somber, or bat shit crazy. I ain't crazy, so I don't go on yammerin'. Besides chatterin' on... That's a girl thing.