He had never thought of her as a prey. She did warn him she preferred being treated as such. Early evening, she went out for a walk. Mom’s little princess strolling into the forest, perfectly aware of what lay ahead. He knew where he should wait. The old lie about the sick grandmother tasted stale.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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