Misc. Erotica BODY OF SIN

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Anita:


Anita was never one to be attracted to her own step brother, not till she met Michael during her time in US.
Michael had stepped into her life soon after her divorce from her husband, it wasn’t even a marriage, something that hadn’t even lasted a year, a time she had long forgotten and moved on. An African American, Michael was tall and devastatingly handsome. He was also a genius in his own way, a young Ivy College student he was the founder of a dozen soft ware apps, he was also a major contributor to data base security being a hacker himself, he was also involved with various agencies to make sure that materials of disturbing nature was being kept away from social media and from public access.
He hailed from a well to do family, his father had married his own business partners wife and had adopted the beautiful young daughter of his late partner. A business man to the core, his father’s eyes were on the fifty percent share his partners wife had and anyone who knew about him would have told he had planned the marriage long time ago, knowing about the terminal illness his partner had.
His affair with his partners wife had been happening much before his business partner had passed away. Married to her he held the votes of the company board, outweighing the investors and above all he knew how to keep it in his hand.
Unknown to Michael Sr, his son had chosen his father’s way when it came to betraying. He was already in a relation with his stepmother before he had finished college and it was once during her stay with the family over a Thanks Giving weekend she had seen what she had only seen in porn movies. Michael’s step-mother blowing him off in the family pool. She had to hurry back to his room, but he had already seen her through the window. They had talked that night.
“A pussy available and not used is a pussy wasted”
That was his reply, his father was never fond of the woman, he’d not even have married her had it not been to cement his hold on the company shares. The woman was going to break the marriage when she realised about it, but it was too late for her, he had pledged her part of the shares to expand the firm, start new offices in few foreign locations. The business was booming and the value of her shares had only gone up and she knew it was more profitable to be married to him than applying for divorce and loosing all the shares. Michael Sr was good at making money, far better than her late husband and he was also better in bed.
Her opinion had changed the first time she was with Michael Jr, the son fucked better and drove her wilder and wilder with desires. They had spent many a nights together and to this day the relation continued though the age difference was much higher.
“What about her daughter…”
“She never told me anything, I mean the mother… but yes maybe one day… I’m sure my father would agree after all the shares are going to be with her right…”
Greed above morals.
That was what capitalism did to the social fabric of a society, it put money over anything, one could market it as dreams or selling dreams but end of the day it was all about the Benjamin’s. That was life.
Such was life.

“You have known it for a while, haven’t you and we are still together…” Michael had said.
She grinned, “Well I’ll be gone soon and it’s too late to find a replacement one that I like, so irrespective of what you think, I’m here for the cock…”
“It’s just an act you like all actions some you feel good… some not so…some you have to. Remember if the Marburg virus ever got out we are all dead…”

It was when she had finally returned home and a week had gone over and Michael had called she had first looked at Dillan in a way Michael would have looked at his step-sister, inappropriate.
Dillan was tall, just like his friend Alex, a little above six feet and he, just like Alex was an avid biker. The only two similarities they shared with Michael Jr. Bikes and Frame. Alex was intelligent and sharp while Dillan made up for his lack of intelligence with sheer hard work, if she had a choice she’d have gone with Alex, but paraphrasing Michael, ‘A cock not used is a cock wasted’.
She and Dillan had always been good friends they loved each other’s company, he loved bikes she loved driving, they had similar taste in sports and had a mutual hatred for politics and politicians. They would veg out binge watching television series one after the other on a rainy day, both hating to go out into a city when the rains were heavy and the drains overflowed.
It was one weekend when their mother had gone to an development seminar, she was a personality coach, who conducted team exercises and motivational seminars to executives. She had met with fair amount of success in life and had carved a niche client segment for herself which gave her regular business year to year. The two siblings were glued watching the PL football match, it had rained the whole day and was pretty cold, they had spent considerable amount of the evening getting the clothes and vessels they had forgotten to pick up evening. It was only when their mother called they both had hurried out to pick it up, the down pour was intense and it had ruined all the dry clothes, throwing some of them on to the terrace, into a crumbled mess. She had spent the rest of the evening washing the dirty clothes and when the rains had settled she had spread it again hoping it’d not rain later at night. Dillan had helped her all the way and late after midnight when the Premiere League went live they were glued to it.
The sudden chill in the wind announced another rain and they hurried to get the clothes inside not wanting another late night run in the rain. It had already started drizzling by the time they had managed to gather the clothes. She had got wet just like him and she walked in to change into a fresh t-shirt, deciding not to wear a bra. She had caught him staring at her breasts when she celebrated a goal or two. She was also sure he would steal a glance or two when she bent over to pick up her packet of smokes or something else that fancied her.
The window was open, it was always open, especially when the two smoked inside the house, that was the only source of fresh air, that and the front door.
“Please get the blanket from my room da…” she added, without turning around.
“Go get it yourself…”
“Please… pretty please…”
“The second half will start soon… why didn’t you tell that during the break…”
“Please” she tried again.

He hurried up and dashed into the room, pulling out the blanket in one yank and ran back. He joined just in time as the second half began. His team was loosing and all he could do was hope they’d win.
She wrapped the blanket on her and was glued, much of the match went while they shared each other’s cigarette.
“So… how is Dona?” She asked remembering a name he had once mentioned during their chat a while ago.
“She must be fine, ask Alex…”
“She’s not your girl…”
“She’s not even Alex’s girl…”
“Ah!” She paused puffing a cloud of smoke, “So you seeing someone or just waiting for the right person…”
He burst out laughing, “There is nothing called the right person…”
“I agree…” she replied, “Look at my case itself…”
“Let’s not even go there…” He added.
“I was stupid to believe the sex was great… fuck now I realise it wasn’t even worth it… trust me never fall for the one who you loose your virginity to… you think it’s heaven… it’s not…” she puffed a cloud of smoke, “Get a second opinion of few before you decide…”
She didn’t see him, but she could sense he froze at her mention of sex. They had never spoken about it, the most they had discussed was boy friend and girl friends that too in moderation and with respect.
For a while an uncomfortable silence followed, before he asked, “So who helped you figure it out…”
“Michael…”
“Michale Who?” He asked.
“Haven’t I told you about Mike?”
He shook his head.
She pulled out her mobile, “Let me see if there is a decent image of his…” she pulled out one in which they had gone to Miami Beach, she wore a two piece bikini top and short that and he wore a boxer shorts in that.
“Oh wow…” Dillon added, “I didn’t think you would have dated an African American”
“What the fuck do you mean?” She asked.
He squirmed uncomfortably, “You know what everyone says about them…”
“What?” She asked.
“You know…”
“Oh you mean big dicks…”
He didn’t respond but she could see he awaited a reply.
“No he was just average… he just knew how to use it well…” she added.
He just grunted putting on a fake smile.
“What about you, still waving the wand yourself or got lucky…”
He grinned at how she had put it, choosing not to reply and just give an answer with an embarrassing smile.
“Don’t sit there and get a cold, we both got wet…” she held the blanket up but before that she had also made sure she had lowered the boxers just enough to give him a view of her panties maybe that would unsettle him a bit and just maybe he’d just join.
He decided on the latter, snuggling under the blanket but staying at a respectful distance. As the match progressed she eased closer and closer towards him and he tried moving further and further till he could not any more. The match had long got over and they were scanning watching the league recap, highlights of the matches that had happened that day, two of them.
“What about Alex…”
“Yes…”
“Oh good for him… at least one of you have done something…”
“No… I meant yes what about him…”
“Is he too like you…”
“Mmmhmmm…” he murmured.
“No wonder… birds of the same flock…”
“He’ll soon get it going with Dona…”
“Oh yes I forgot…” She added, “I feel sorry for you… I honestly do…”
“I’m 19, I have time with me…”
“Sweetheart… I know half a dozen guys who said that… if I’m not wrong all they have got is good at shaking…” she added, rolling up her fingers as though she was jerking a cock.
He didn’t reply.
She pulled up the blanket covering her neck and snuggling closer to him, he wasn’t expecting that and he was hardly able to hide his excitement.
“Shit! I’m sorry…” Anita quipped, “I should have guessed…” she added feeling his excited member on the small of her back.
She could feel him pull back but he didn’t step out, maybe this was his way of saying he too wanted to know. That was all she pushed him that evening.
It wasn’t till next weekend when they were glued together watching PL, only this time their mother was home, in the adjacent room, screaming at the two every time they celebrated a goal.
“Get the blanket da…” she added, pointing at the open window, it hadn’t rained, it wasn’t cold, she had stepped out side for a smoke and he didn’t complain getting the blanket and joining her outside for sharing the cigarette.
That week went by without anything happening, they just sat on the couch till the match got over. Maybe they were acutely aware their mother was in the house and knew the boundaries they couldn’t cross.
It was Dillan who made the next move, a weekday, a Wednesday if her memory didn’t betray her, he had walked in to her room.
“I’m watching the new Netflix series…”
“I heard it has got good reviews…”
“Alex saw it and he said it was good…”
She checked the time, it was a little after eleven in the evening, “Mom?” she was curious.
“She has an early day.”
They both knew what that meant, her mother would be fast asleep and they could be in front of the television, as long as they kept the volume low, audible enough they’d not be disturbed.
“I didn’t know that…” Anita had lied as she, “Go ahead, let me refresh… pick the pack of smokes…”
“Would you need the blanket…”
“Take it…” she replied as she stepped into the washroom, she didn’t shut the door, she heard him step out of the room. She undid her bra, pulled down the PJ’s she wore, relieved herself and then grabbed a noodle string top she wore when she usually slept. She wore a boxer shorts after slipping back into her panties.
She joined him in the front hall just as he played the show.
“Would you want the couch or the floor…” he asked.
Smart she figured, if she chose the couch, he’d know that there was no action.
“Are we smoking…” she asked, flipping the ball to his court.
“I’ll get the incense sticks…” he added.
“Okay then….” She pulled down the two head rests from the couch and grabbed the blanket, thankfully it was cold and it had rained all evening. He lit the sticks and placed it at the four corners of the room, making sure to keep it on top of a paper.
He then joined in his place, behind her snuggling under the blanket without being invited. As the series started, they snuggled closer, this time he wasn’t moving backwards, he stayed still.
He sure had thought it through, he wasn’t one who thought on his feet. She figured he must have planned it for a while, inviting her to watch a series, on a day when he knew their mother went to sleep early, cause of the team meet every Wednesday. He had asked about the blanket, given her the choice of couch and floor, he had thought it through very well as the first half of the one hour first episode pulled to a close, she lit a cigarette, taking a puff, turning around to hand him the cigarette. She then playfully itched her back in an awkward manner.
“Help me please…”
“What…”
“Back…” she replied.
He hesitated a bit as he itched her back, through the fabric of her noodle top. She knew he’d be willing to do more.
“Enough” she murmured as she blew a cloud of smoke.
He pulled his hand back, she snuggled closer towards him, feeling his cock on the back of her bums. She didn’t complain just remaining still, wondering if he was going to pull back, move his hips. He didn’t, he waited her to say something.
She didn’t utter a word.

It were as though time had frozen still, conspiring to see how far the two would go, the worlds had stopped even the Netflix show had stuck, streaming downloading.
She felt the heat, the throbbing and the waves of shock her brother was going through. She playfully pulled down her boxers and her panties letting her left butt free. He followed suite, though few seconds late, if it were not for the blanket he could have seen. She felt the quiver as his manhood rested on her exposed bum, she didn’t complain.
“Sorry…” he grunted as she pulled back, she felt the hot wetness on her bum, a tiny bit, just a drop.
She knew what it was, she didn’t want him to think otherwise. She turned around, a quick move, facing him. Her hand reached between his legs, between their fused bodies.
“It’s okay…” she added, “Just precum not what you think…”
He didn’t know.
Fuck! She grunted.
“What is that…” he murmured.
Unlike him she could think on her feet, “Like the two minute trailer before the full movie…” she added.
He had got it.
“It’s normal…”
She nodded, squeezing the head of his cock, fuck it was thick, thicker than she had expected.
“It doesn’t happen when I… when I…” he murmured.
“No it doesn’t…” she rubbed her thumb at the tip of his cock, flicking the eye gently wiping her fingers on his shorts.
“It doesn’t cause you are not excited for a long time… you understand…”
He seemed to figure it out, nodding his head.
As the tv-series streamed lighting the room again, she could see his face, pale. She bit her lower lip.
“You want me to help you…”
“Will you…” he asked with dis belief.
“Don’t look at me like that… we threw away the boundaries long back…”
He nodded his head.
She reached between her leg and awkwardly held his cock, as though the lord of thunder trying to lift his hammer. Her soft hands ran up and down his thick shaft, she could her his breath, quicken as she increased the pace the best way she could.
This wasn’t helping, she figured, her hands would ache probably, unless and she felt him quiver, his body go limb and thick strings of semen shot up on her pink top, she continued jerking him till she had got every ounce of what he had to give.
She moved back, her hand was a mess so was her t-shirt, even the floor wasn’t spared. She stared at him, “Look at the mess you have left…”
With him still trying to find his bearings he eyed her t-shirt, it was wet in places. He murmured a sorry.
Anita walked up went to the kitchen, grabbed the napkin tissue wiping herself first and then cleaning her hands. She then grabbed a dry set of tissue and walked back. He had already sat up, gulping down water. She carefully peeled off long pieces of tissue and wiped his manhood, which was turning limb as she did that. His boxers were next and the floor.
“You cum a lot…”
He nodded his head.
That was how things had began between them and yet she hadn’t gone all the way, maybe one day, somehow she had lived in the bubble that whatever had happened was only getting wet in a beach, it was okay, as long as she didn’t swim in the ocean.
That was what she told herself.


Archana:

Archana stared out of the old rot filled room, it stunk of rotting wood, old boots and rusted tools, it was a shed or would have been a shed, that was in the process of being converted to living quarter for the guards. It didn’t matter to her at that moment, she hadn’t had a bath in two days and she felt like getting out of the stenchy clothes and jumping into the calm lake she had seen the previous evening.
Outside her captors, well not captors, it was their job, stop people from entering deep forest, was trying to reach their office.
She could hear them call out,
‘6 to 1… Hallo do you hear us… 6 to 1…”
Six was probably the station house number and one in all probability was the forest rangers office in the outskirts of the forest she had visited two days ago to check for a pass that she knew she’d never get, yet she had to try.
“We can’t keep her here…” the voice she recognised as the taller of the two guards, spoke, repeating it like he had done a dozen times since morning.
The younger one seemed to be more casual about the intruder, of course they couldn’t keep her here, she wasn’t even legally allowed to be here. Forests were protected regions as per the government rules and anyone found wandering in deep forest could be legally persecuted and would face severe jail time if they were found guilty of poaching. She didn’t come here to poach, she was here to find a story about poaching, that was what she had been doing for good three weeks, talking to people in the neighbouring villages, making friends and contacts, but none spoke much. It was like there was a veil of secrecy surrounding that.
Why she wanted to know, would find out.
The door to her rotting room opened and it was the shorter guy, he was sweating from his head to toe, he held a steel mug of steaming hot tea, devoid of the milk.
“This is all we got…” he added handing it to her.
“Can I atleast come out…I’ve been in this rotten room for a whole day…” Archana replied, “I’ll fall sick and it will make it even more difficult for you…”
The taller seemed to recognise the word sick as he turned around staring at her, the short guy looked at the one who was obviously giving orders around there. The tall guy nodded.
The shorter guard stepped aside and Archana finally took a breath of relief, that was a small success, at least now they were talking.
She grabbed her back pack pulling out the pack of smokes and stepped out. She pulled out a cigarette, her first since yesterday noon, she took a deep puff and eased as she blew a cloud of smoke. The two guards were staring at her, the way she smoked, she fished out the pack of smokes from her pocket and flung it on the old coat. The taller popped open the packet he showed the remaining three cigarettes.
“I have another pack…” Archana replied.
He gleefully took a cigarette and so did his junior the shorter guy.
“This is good tea…” she said raising the mug, “I’m Archana…”
“Rat…” the shorter guy smiled, “He is Paul…”
“Rat?” Archana stared at him.
“Long story…” he smiled.
“He ratted on his friends in church…” the elder added, “The name sticks… and he is short…”
Archana smiled.
She could sense the way the Paul, the taller of the guard was looking at her suspiciously.
“Why are you here…” he asked, staring at her, “In the forest…”
She never revealed her true purpose, ever to anyone, it was like finding an elusive treasure, she always asked around elusive questions trying her best to never ask any direct questions.
“I’m a student of MA History… intending to do my PhD.” She replied.
She could see the other two were least interested.
“I want to know and write about the tribe here…” She added, something they could understand.
“There are many who have mixed with the general population… can’t you ask them?” Paul replied, her lie had done nothing to ease his suspicion, he still had the air about him.
“Yes there are… I’ve been meeting with them for past few months… but they don’t say anything…”
“They will not…” Rat added, “Once you leave, you have to leave your past and life behind…” Rat continued, “You can leave anytime you want especially this past many years, no one will stop you. The elders earlier questioned such people, now they don’t even do that, the door is always open. Everyone wants a better life.”
“And yet there is some charm about a tribe that has been living like them for three hundred years.”
“Even more…” Paul replied, staring at the thick cloud of smoke from his cigarette, “They are lot older than that, the tribe… most tribes..”
“I know… I just want to know more.”
“If it is the tribe you came here for you won’t get anything, didn’t you talk to the ranger.”
“He said the same thing, he was willing to give a pass and even take me to meet few of those who left the tribe.”
“No one gets a pass…” Rat added.
“No he said he’d take me to the tribe.”
Rat stared at her and then looked at Paul, who too had turned around to look at her.
“He won’t go to the tribe…” Paul added, “They don’t like him.”
She didn’t know that, but that made sense, the way the forest Ranger had done everything to make sure she didn’t venture, the way he called them Barbarians who kill children.
Much of it were not the truth, she knew it, she had read the books about the tribes and the forest, it was not like she woke up one morning deciding to go out and write a story, she had done her research, gone through articles after articles, whatever book that were written about the tribes, not many few and those too were biased given it was written well before the country had got it’s freedom.
“So… why don’t you take me to your office…”
“We can’t leave the post…” Rat replied.
“You could call in…”
He pointed at the radio set, “No signal…”
Paul repaired, “It’s not always on…”
And in that reply lay the questions she really wanted to ask, but couldn’t, simply because her purpose for the time being was not to look for poaching, but the tribe and that was what she would be directing the two to if she had a chance.
“And what will you tell them…” Paul asked.
“I stepped into the forest a day back, chased by a tusker and lost my way…”
“Why did you step in the forest?”
“Tribes…”
“That story won’t sell… they can charge you with anything and they will…”
She knew the risks were high, but there were ways to establish her ID and people who’d get her out. Her goal was good but method was wrong and she knew that very well, the most she would be punished for was a fine and she was ready for that, her office would bill that.
She didn’t want to tell that, any powerplay at that moment would be negative to her, this was one to listen and gather the information, but one thing rattled her, why were they not taking her back to the village as they should have a day back. She still didn’t understand that.
Being a journalist she always thought in one direction, she had a story somewhere in what the two were not speaking. And the more she thought the more it was narrowing in on the story she was after and somehow for good or bad the two were involved.
“Are we going back today…”
“It’s a ten hour trek…”
Archana knew it was probably more like five or six hours trek with a decent break in between, after all that was all she took before running for her life from the wild tusker had dropped a bomb on her best laid plans.
Fuck the tusker.

“I don’t know about you two… but I need a bath… I badly need a bath…”
Rat stared at Paul, who was strangely silent.
“We will bring water…” Paul added.
“There is a bloody lake here… I know to swim.”
Paul remained quiet.
“Evening…” he finally added.
“Why not now…”
“I’ve to go for rounds…”
“You didn’t go in the morning…”
“That makes it more important…”

He didn’t leave for round for a good hour and when he finally did, he wore his camouflage guard uniform, holstered the double barrel gun, checked if it was loaded and then disappeared into the woods.
“What’s for lunch…”
“Yesterday’s left over…”
“Build a fire… I have some bread and noodles…”
He stared at her, that had said more than she needed to tell, she wasn’t here for few days, she had got her sleeping bag, her tent and food. She was for the long haul, what was she planning. Paul had been thinking about it since he had stopped her the previous day. He wasn’t sure and he didn’t trust what he could never put a finger on.
The noodles was good, mixed with the previous evenings meat made it heavier, she had cracked some eggs too to go with it and it only added to the taste, they were half way through when Paul returned after a good one hour round, famished and hungry the three sat down for lunch.
She had noticed how Paul hadn’t taken the radio caller along with him. It didn’t surprise her but she was sure moving towards the only natural conclusion. Paul didn’t want her to be roaming through the forest and if she did, she’d probably see something she shouldn’t and she was sure it was what she wasn’t meant to see. What was Paul hiding? How involved was he?
As she silently chewed on the goat meat she was sure he knew more than he let know after all he called the forest his home. She silently went on munching on the odd mix of deep fried mutton with little minced meat mixed with eggs and spices all mixed with the dry noodles she had made, munching on dry bread.
Despite the odd position she was in, she had figured it was better to be in the front line of the action than back in her village. Here she could sense the deliberate attempt to hide things, things that on very rare occasions and tumble over to the main stream media, catching the national attention. Such news tumbled out on very rare occasion but it was not just limited to one forest in the country. The frequency of what was being let out had trickled down in past few years, she had gone through the library archive, a decade of local newspapers and she had found close to one hundred stories, the last few years strangely it had been quiet.
Anyone with a functional IQ could guess something was happening deep underneath the whole thing but she needed to know the whole truth and she needed a way to find it.
Archana had finished with her lunch, washing her plate and the two vessels that had been used to cook the meal in the bucket of water, she turned around to Paul,
“I need to take a bath… you don’t understand…” she added as she put the plate and utensils were they belonged in the cupboard in the small dark kitchen.
He nodded his head.
“He will take you in a while…”
“The lake is not safe…” Rat added.
“Were do you guys take bath…”
He pointed up stream, “Smaller pond… easier…”
“Pond… you mean I can’t swim…”
“No swimming… small pond.” Rat added.
She nodded her head, anything to get the shit out of her skin, she needed to feel fresh.
“If we are not leaving today can I at least ask for a better place to sleep… that room stinks…”
Paul looked at Rat and then nodded his head.
The platform was a raised concrete structure that stood a good fifteen to twenty feet above, built to withstand any tusker attack that was the safest quarter, there were rooms, storage rooms below, but they were needed for ration, there was enough for one person to sleep but it wasn’t safe given how reptiles would find it easy to crawl through the drains and call a warm comfortable store room their home.
A good hour had past and the sun had gone down when Rat finally stepped out to her and said if she wanted to take a bath, she could come with him.
It was odd bathing by the lake, she had done it few years ago when she had gone trekking with friends, Rat had got the bucket and washing soap and he got busy by the lake washing clothes, she had noticed more clothes figuring out he was doing laundry for Paul too.
“Is Paul the boss…” Archana asked as she sat down on a rock, with her feet immersed in the small stream.
“He is elder to me…” Rat said as she rinsed the shirt in the flowing stream, soap bubble streaming down, it was odd seeing soapy water in a stream in the middle of the forest, but then she knew it’d all go to a river somewhere, even the huge lake streamed into a nearby river and from there to the big one, the one that flowed through few states.
“And?” She stared at him, drying to see even tiny glimpse of a concern, suspicion.
“Nothing else, he got me the job…”
“Does it pay well…” she asked.
“Better than nothing right.”

She had often wondered what her next course would be had she not taken up after journalism. The cocky woman had finished engineering but she couldn’t see herself seated behind a screen typing away till her fingers hurt. She preferred to walk around, get into the heart of a trouble and see if she could contribute. It often took one who had a cold heart to do that, disassociate from what was happening around and look at it rationally, look at it in way as though no emotions were involved. It had helped her in the long run, knowing things that would have put others at great discomfort, seeing things that would make someone puke their guts out, they all knew it. Such was the life she lived, disassociating from things around her, that happened that didn’t happen, the tragedy, the comedy of life. It all took a strange sort of person and she was built in that mold.  
“I’m almost done…” Rat broke her reverie, “Get your clothes washed if you have to… before it sets… animals roam around.”
“The tusker…”
“He won’t climb this high unless he has to… even then he knows it’s dangerous, they are lot smarter.” He added with a sense of pride as though he sided with them and not the two legged species.
“Okay… when you’re done…”
“I’ll be around…” Rat added pointing down the hill, “Once you are done… come down…”
“If an animal attacks?” Archana asked.
He smiled, “Don’t worry, those that can attack you chances are it’d be a quick death.”
Somehow that was comforting for her to known. She had always wanted a quick death, if she ever had to choose, who wouldn’t, it’s akin to dying in sleep, one minute you are alive and the next you are not. Just that simple. What was not simple was washing her own clothes. She hadn’t done that, the old fashioned way, before the days of washing machine, hitting the clothes with a wooden block to squeeze the dirty water out, scrub it and brush it, wrists were beginning to ache and she figured the best was to have the stench of soap than hurt her wrist.
She looked around and the dense forest stared back at her, there was a small clearing, the path they had walked up to the pond, it wasn’t a pond it was just were water was contained a little more as it streamed down to join the lake. She undid the towel she wore around, taking one looking making sure there was no one, stripped herself and then stepped into the waist high water, the rocks weren’t slippery as she had expected it in the pond, soft after years of erosion, she sat down feeling the cold embrace of water.

Maybe it was cause much of her life she had grown up in the hills surrounded by woods and the occasional deer or wild bear crossed into the human habitat, a twig breaking stood out. She had heard it couple of time, ever since she out ran the tusker she had even seen a dark figure disappear in the woods just moments before the double barrel gun belonging to Paul was held to her face. Anything out of ordinary. She had been having the feeling that she was being watched, observed, shadowed. Hearing things, seeing things that wasn’t right. Maybe it was her feeling, a wild animal wouldn’t have done that, but at that moment she had heard two distinct sounds from two different opposite direction, neither of it were an animal and one of it, she was sure it was Rat, the idiot had hidden behind bushes and the barrel of the gun he carried stood out like a diamond in a coal mine. It was very rare nature had straight lines, straight like a barrel. She knew why he was there and she didn’t mind stepping out of the water, facing him, taking all her time as she dried her hair with the bath towel. She took sweet time to dry herself, making sure she lingered a bit longer than needed to wipe her legs, with her wet hair falling all the way down the tip of her hair dancing in the ripples of the water.
Behind the bushes, Rat had his cock out and he was working on himself.