Dead-fall She woke, tried to roll over, but her arm was trapped beneath his massive body. He smelled of sweet grass and sex. Her arm was long past prickly; a dead weight attached to her shoulder. Was it part of her body or his? She tugged, heaved backward with no luck. Rather than wake him, … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Deadfall
We needed about four years more to be right where we wanted to be, paying off our camp/home in the Upper Peninsula. This has changed the plans. My husband is 68, has heart problems, is Type A (and had a flu shot -- some say that makes people more vulnerable). If he were to go … Continue reading Carnivore Dreams – Retirement?