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Authors: S. J. Lewis
Tags: Erótica
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pulled on a fresh pair of socks and then put on her boots. They felt more comfortable with her only wearing one sock per foot.
When she went to check her meal pack, she found it almost too hot to touch. She was hungry enough to hold onto it anyway and tear it open. Hot steam rose from the opened bag, and she smelled chicken and potatoes. When she peered into the bag, she saw that it was more like a stew than anything else. She went to her cache and found a spoon, then settled down to eat. It was surprisingly good, but that might have been due to her being so hungry in the first place. She finished it all off quickly, then topped it off with a long drink from one of the water bottles.
Feeling much better now, Alexa considered what to do next. She now wished she’d taken the time to find out if Smith had any books to sell or lend, but the episode with Lynette had driven it out of her mind. Well, she could tend to her camp chores and then do some more thinking. She retrieved the folding shovel from the cache and set to work. Once the trash and certain other things were buried, she carefully concealed everything else and started hiking. She’d have to learn the lay of the land here, maybe find another stream in case she needed water later, and keep on the move, at least during daylight.
She spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon making a leisurely exploration of the area. There really wasn’t much to see, and so much of it looked like so much else of it that she gave up on trying to memorize anything. She supposed she could develop her own mental map of the place if she had weeks to do so, but even if she was never taken she wouldn’t be here anywhere near that long.
She broke for a quick lunch of a power snack bar and some water. Back in civilization she was used to having some sort of a salad with lunch, and she was already missing the taste of fresh greens. Maybe some of the plants around here were edible, but she wouldn’t know which ones. There had been a book about edible wild plants, and she’d almost added it to her studies, but after leafing through it she decided that it just wasn’t practical. For one thing, the book advertised itself as ‘Edible Wild Plants of North America’. That covered a lot more territory than she really thought would be useful.
She kept exploring, heading generally southwards, and shortly before she planned to turn back for the day she came across the trail. At first she was pleased with the discovery, but almost immediately afterwards it disturbed her. She faded back into the brush and took quick looks to the right and left, up and down the path. There didn’t seem to be anyone in sight. A closer inspection made her think that it was probably a game trail. It was well defined, but narrow, and in places it was overhung by delicate ferns that would have been bent or broken by anyone walking along that way. Given that, it seemed likely that the biggest thing ever to come along this way was a rabbit.
This was as good a place as any to stop and turn back. It was also as good a place as any to take a break for a little while. Alexa found a nice spot that offered a bit of cover along with some shade and sat down. It was almost unbearably peaceful out here. She could hear birds singing in the distance, the faint ruffle of a breeze through the trees, and nothing else. She wasn’t used to so much quiet. Back at home, no matter how ‘quiet’ it got there was always that constant background noise of traffic in the streets. It was always there, even at three in the morning, and you got so used to it that you didn’t even notice it. It seemed now that she could only notice it when it wasn’t there anymore.
And then there was something else there. She heard the sound of footsteps, but couldn’t tell at first what direction they were coming from. Huddling close beside her tree, she waited. She had an almost overpowering urge to run, but until she knew what she was running
When she went to check her meal pack, she found it almost too hot to touch. She was hungry enough to hold onto it anyway and tear it open. Hot steam rose from the opened bag, and she smelled chicken and potatoes. When she peered into the bag, she saw that it was more like a stew than anything else. She went to her cache and found a spoon, then settled down to eat. It was surprisingly good, but that might have been due to her being so hungry in the first place. She finished it all off quickly, then topped it off with a long drink from one of the water bottles.
Feeling much better now, Alexa considered what to do next. She now wished she’d taken the time to find out if Smith had any books to sell or lend, but the episode with Lynette had driven it out of her mind. Well, she could tend to her camp chores and then do some more thinking. She retrieved the folding shovel from the cache and set to work. Once the trash and certain other things were buried, she carefully concealed everything else and started hiking. She’d have to learn the lay of the land here, maybe find another stream in case she needed water later, and keep on the move, at least during daylight.
She spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon making a leisurely exploration of the area. There really wasn’t much to see, and so much of it looked like so much else of it that she gave up on trying to memorize anything. She supposed she could develop her own mental map of the place if she had weeks to do so, but even if she was never taken she wouldn’t be here anywhere near that long.
She broke for a quick lunch of a power snack bar and some water. Back in civilization she was used to having some sort of a salad with lunch, and she was already missing the taste of fresh greens. Maybe some of the plants around here were edible, but she wouldn’t know which ones. There had been a book about edible wild plants, and she’d almost added it to her studies, but after leafing through it she decided that it just wasn’t practical. For one thing, the book advertised itself as ‘Edible Wild Plants of North America’. That covered a lot more territory than she really thought would be useful.
She kept exploring, heading generally southwards, and shortly before she planned to turn back for the day she came across the trail. At first she was pleased with the discovery, but almost immediately afterwards it disturbed her. She faded back into the brush and took quick looks to the right and left, up and down the path. There didn’t seem to be anyone in sight. A closer inspection made her think that it was probably a game trail. It was well defined, but narrow, and in places it was overhung by delicate ferns that would have been bent or broken by anyone walking along that way. Given that, it seemed likely that the biggest thing ever to come along this way was a rabbit.
This was as good a place as any to stop and turn back. It was also as good a place as any to take a break for a little while. Alexa found a nice spot that offered a bit of cover along with some shade and sat down. It was almost unbearably peaceful out here. She could hear birds singing in the distance, the faint ruffle of a breeze through the trees, and nothing else. She wasn’t used to so much quiet. Back at home, no matter how ‘quiet’ it got there was always that constant background noise of traffic in the streets. It was always there, even at three in the morning, and you got so used to it that you didn’t even notice it. It seemed now that she could only notice it when it wasn’t there anymore.
And then there was something else there. She heard the sound of footsteps, but couldn’t tell at first what direction they were coming from. Huddling close beside her tree, she waited. She had an almost overpowering urge to run, but until she knew what she was running
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