[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] They had some time to kill. The sun was high in the sky, and they knew they wouldn't be able to sleep. They were both very jazzed. The thought that they might get a tangible lead tonight made them feel like they were kids and it was Christmas eve. They sat out on the patio and admired the golf course in front of them. It was green, lush and about the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. It was hot enough to swim or do other summer stuff, but it was great golf weather. Kit commented as to the foolishness of golfers. Despite the reports of animal attacks, they were out in force. Foursomes of golfers trundled by their cottage in a regular procession. The carts were always full of men. Ginger wondered if women golfed in Florida, or maybe the attacks had scared them off. Kit saw that many of the carts carried rifles or shotguns in them. Maybe these golfers weren't as foolish as they seemed at first blush. A few of them stopped to warn the women about the dangers of being out alone. Kit was certain that these were veiled attempts at seduction. Kit enjoyed displaying the shotgun she brought out on the patio. There was something about a well armed woman that was very off putting. Kit was enjoying this more than she should have. "Have you been thinking about this Kit, I mean have you stopped to think about what's happened to us in the last week or so? Back before, well you know, we were just three working girls living from check to check. Now Debbie's dead 158 Cyberblood by Jonathan Amsbary and you and I are living this James Bond existence with a former monk. I mean we're hunting werewolves and vampires for Christ sake!" "What!" It was not a question. Kit was stunned. Through this whole ordeal Ginger had been this even handed, even tempered model of submissive perfection. She accepted every idea, every order of Jean's with hesitation. Without question and now this. "Shit Ginger, where have you been? This whole thing's been beyond my imagination and now you're showing doubts? I don't know if I can handle this Ginger, you're the one I've been leaning on emotionally. You've been so damn sure of yourself, sure of Jean. If you start falling apart, I don't know what I'm going to do." "I know, and when he's here I do believe him. I believe every word. And it has made sense at every stage. But if you look at the whole thing, it's impossible. Look, my body tell me that there should be snow on the ground, and here we sit in a golf course wearing wind breakers. It's January! I've never been out of Canada before. It's suppose to be cold in winter, there's suppose to be snow. I'm not the kind of person who vacations in the sun. "So now I'm here and we're hunting un-dead monsters. People just don't live like this Kit." She was starting to cry and Kit went over and hugged her. It was tough for Kit to do. Kit had known Ginger all her life and Ginger followed every lead that Kit made. But there was one thing that they both knew. They both knew that Ginger was the strong one, the stable one, in the relationship. Kit was always leaning on 159 Cyberblood by Jonathan Amsbary Ginger, always crying on her shoulder. Kit was always the one that needed calming down. Ginger was always the stable one the calm one. This calm, however, was a thin facade over her true emotions. After her assault, Ginger went into therapy. She was very mistrusting of her therapist and didn't reveal much of herself. Her therapist was patient, but eventually told Ginger that she was wasting everyone's time and was going to cut her off. Ginger told the woman that there was something deeply disturbing about her, that she was afraid to reveal. The therapist reassured her that Ginger could tell her anything, and so Ginger finally confessed her submissive tendencies. The therapist was completely understanding. In fact, she was a submissive in a deviant relationship herself. She assured Ginger that behavior, while not normal, was not necessarily destructive. Just like any relationship, you had to make sure your needs were being met and that you could communicate openly and honestly with your partner. Ginger almost died from the overpowering sense of relief that she felt when the woman had told her this. Kit was a little pissed when she heard about it later because it was the exact thing she had always told Ginger. But Ginger just shrugged and said, "I always thought you were sicker than I [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl