Too little flame, and he could not see. Too much, and the light would not last.His eyes ached as he followed the lines. The charcoal strokes lay dark ...cross the gray rock, This line was for the stream. There the prey would come to drink. This line, the wind. It must not carry the hunter's scent ahead. A heavier line, rising and falling. The land that upheld hunter and hunted alike. This row of dots, the footsteps of the hunter. That one, larger and more solid, the hunted.Now the rows of dots. "Come on in - Dadsomeone is at the door for you". As Jim came to the door he told Mark tocome in. "This is my daughter Ginny". She said hi and he thought shewinked at him as she turned and walked away and up the stairs. Helooked up as she walked away and saw she had on red panties again.After Jim and Mark had been working for about an hour, Jim said he needed togo pick up his dog at the groomer and asked if I minded. I said no problem.Jim hollered up at his daughter Ginny that he would be back. More

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