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, walking noisily
through the underbrush.
I'd never done anything like that before. As I said, I'm a city
person; I bought the farm because I wanted privacy, not because I
liked nature. But here I was, bound blindfolded in the woods,
not knowing who else or what else might happen by. Your skin
becomes very sensitive at a time like that; you feel every little
breath of wind, or skittering leaf. A few times, I thought I
heard an animal walk nearby, while I held motionless. Was that
my captor next to me? Was it a deer? Had I really felt anything
at all? I didn't dare move. Then I felt something on my thigh,
but it was furry? Or was it? And what large animal would come
up to me like that? Had I even felt it? The phantom touches
grew more and more frequent, until suddenly they weren't phantom
at all, they were him, touching me, rubbing me, kissing me. At
long last, he untied the leash, and we made love on the forest
floor.
Lunch was as usual; afterwards, he conducted me to my cell again.
He didn't arouse me first this time, but he did bind my feet, and
fasten my
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