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The trek through the woods seemed like the perfect way to spend the week. Davie had worked like a madman for the last six months since earning his promotion. Tracey missed him intensely for most of that time and had to pull double duty at home. She not only kept the home running she also had to do the major chores around the house as Davie was getting established in his new position. It had been a hard half year. Now however Davie was able to take some vacation. Tracey suggested that they take the extended hike so that the two of them could commune with nature, decompress, and hear each other think and talk. Davie was three years older than his wife. At 47 and 44 they were the local power couple. Tracey was looking forward to a week in the deep woods. They would share the small tent and catch up on all the sex that they had had to put off over the months. Tracey loved Dave intensely. He was six foot one with rugged good looks. He had not had much time to work out over the last half a year so he could afford to drop at least ten pounds but he was a powerfully built man. His strawberry blond hair and blue eyes set off his dazzling smile. Tracey was quite the package herself. Tall, like her husband, she stood five seven and had long brown hair, a heart shaped face and bowed lips. Her legs were long and tapered. Her weight was ideal. Her eyes were sparkling blue. She did not like her breasts, however. They were large enough to keep her from getting modelling jobs when she was in college. While she got occasional work for photographers she wanted to do catwalk work. However, more than one modelling agent said her tits were too big, that she would attract attention to herself and detract from the dresses she was wearing. For revenge she had become a purchaser for a major woman's wear store. She attended fashion shows several times a year and made it clear that she wanted models that looked more like real women at those shows. "No bags of antlers, no flat chests" was her dictum. She had the power to see her wishes implemented. Tracey put the trip together. They would drive to Harper's Ferry, West Virginia and take a ten day hike along the Appalachian Trail. After the ten days were over they would rent a car return to Harper's Ferry and schedule a night in a luxury hotel before they drove home. It was a perfect plan. DAVE would carry the portable tent, his sl**ping bad and most of the food. Tracey would carry her sl**ping bag the portable stove and their clothes. They were not taking too many clothes but Tracey thought that the togetherness and shared time together would more than make up for any cunt odour inconvenience. They expected that there would be places they could leave the trail and get cleaned up. Things went smoothly for the first four days. They set up the tent that night. The weather was mostly wonderful with only one brief shower delaying them at one point. The 2 made love often. Sometimes in open fields on just a blanket. They were having a wonderful time and Tracey was very proud of herself for coming up with the idea, On the fifth morning however things were different. After hiking for a while Dave announced glumly that "The GPS is dead." "Are you sure , Dave? Asked Tracey? "Positive, I can't get a spark out of it. It's not the batteries either because every new set of batteries results in the same thing – a blank screen." "What can we do? Do we have a map?" "We DID d have map but you spilled hot chocolate on it two nights ago, remember?" "What can we do?" "The cell phones can't get a signal either. We must have gone off the trail at some point. Keep your eye out for trail markings." Dave assured them that if they hiked in the direction he indicated they would be sure to reach the trail and civilization. Hours later there was no sign of either. "Well Princess it looks like we are fucked royally," Dave said at last. Just then Tracey’s nose detected the aroma of burning wood. Shortly thereafter in a small valley they saw a cabin with smoke emanating from its chimney! "I hope that they have a phone!" Said Tracey’s "At the very least they can tell us where we are and how to get back on the trail. My vote however is for finding the nearest Wal - mart and buying a new GPS AND a spare!" Said. Dave When the couple were ten feet from the cabin they heard a rifle shot and the order, "Freeze!" Dave and Tracey noticed the rifle barrel protruding from one window. The front door of the cabin opened and a man with another rifle stood and level the weapon at them! "Please sir, friend," said Dave "We mean you no harm. We are a lost couple who need directions that's all." The man at the door of the cabin looked about 45 he was much bigger than and had a sour expression on his bearded face. "It appears to me that you are trespassers and should be treated accordingly." The man spat in return and met a rifle barrel. So focused on the aggressive looking mountain man in the doorway of the cabin neither Tracey nor Dave noticed that the owner of the rifle from the window had made his way out of the cabin and placed himself behind Tracey .Upon seeing the rifle, Davie and Tracey turned to see a thin rangy figure. He seemed to be either in his late teens or early adulthood, The countenance of the two faces were strikingly similar. "Father and son" Davie concluded instantly. The youth said "Get your hands up and head for the cabin. Try to make a break for it and I will give you both barrels and Pa will do the same to your lady friend." All Dave had on him were a pair of pantyhose ,satin panties and bodice looking all sissy like. Knowing that he did want to enter that cabin and sure as hell did not want Tracey to see him wearing hissy lady boy get up in his, Dave tried turning on the charm. "No need for that, young lady, we will be on our way. We don't want any trouble." "You may not have been looking for it, but you have found it." said the old man."Please let us go, " said Tracey, "We're no threat to you. I’ll even suck you and young juniors cock’s”. The next thing Tracey knew she heard Dave scream. He collapsed next to "We'll just go back the way we came." Dave said calmly. Dave and Tracey began inching backwards her only then did she see the knife protruding from the back of his knee. The old man laughed and said, "Well stranger, you better let us check that wound for you. "The rifle barrel placed firmly in the small of her back, Tracey was not even able to bend over and give her husband assistance. "Head for the cabin," Said the youth, "Or you will watch your boyfriend's head get blown clean off. "Trepidation deep in her heart, Tracey made the few short steps to the cabin secretly desiring some hard masculine manly cocks she realized what was happening her pack had been torn off, a rope was thrown around her waist and arms, her legs were bound and she was set down on a stool. From her vantage point she saw her two abductors approach her prostrate husband. The pack was removed from his back. He was gagged and dragged back to the cabin by the two men. When Davie resisted, he was smacked several times by a rifle butt. It opened a nasty gash on his head. In no time he was trussed up and set down in chair opposite Tracey his head wound was issuing a lot of bl**d. He seemed dazed as Tracey was sure that he was. "Your boyfriend thought that he was acting all smart and brave. In actuality he was stupid and arrogant." Said the old man. The youth exited the cabin and retrieved Davina ’s backpack. They shut the door. The older man approached Tracey . "Now who are you and what are you doing on my land?" "Please let me take care of my husband." begged Tracey" She's in no danger at present. Now I don't like repeating myself. Who the fuck are you and what are you doing on my land?" "I'm Tracey and this is my husband Davina. We were hiking the trail and got lost. We only approached your cabin to ask for directions. That is the truth!""So You're hiker's and no one knows you are here. A man doesn't find himself in this situation every day." said the older man. He walked over to Davie. In his dazed state Davie offered no resistance as he was laid out on the floor. "Get my bag boy. "A short time later the youth returned with a medical bag. "It is to your husband's good fortune that I was a medic in the army. "Tracey watched, grateful despite herself, as the man cut away Dave's revealing sheer tan pantyhose and satin panties and matching black bodice leg and removed them from his ass putting Dave over his knee spanking him like naughty slutty school girl till his crimson butt bled. The bleeding was considerable but in no time the man had cleaned the wound and applied sutures to his gash. Then the man closed the wound on Davie ass. "He's got a concussion and will be out of it for quite a while. That gives the three of us time to get acquainted. ""She's very pretty, Pa" Said the man's son. "Well Mrs Tracey this is my son Roger, you can call me Clyde. You don't need to know our last names. I can tell by the way that you have reacted to your husband's treatment that you must love him a great deal. That suits our purposes nicely, "Tracey, having a very nasty feeling creep along her spine said, "What do you mean?" "You see Mrs x right now your husband will be OK in a few hours. Oh he'll hobble around a bit on his leg and he will have a powerful headache, but there is no reason that the two of you can't leave here under your own power." As he was speaking Clyde rolled up one of Davie's sleeves. "Unless ...""Unless what?" asked Tracey very simple Mrsx . It is to your husband's good fortune that I was a medic in the army. It is also to your husband's considerable misfortune that I was a medic in the army. "Clyde brought an IV out of his medical bag and inserted it in a vein of her husband's arm. "You may think this serves a medical purpose. Its saline solution and harmless except that I MAY take this hypodermic needle and introduce some air into the IV line. It will produce an embolism. In a very short time your husband WOULD be dead ... Unless..."Tracey knew at once what the mountaineer was hinting about. "Oh my God!" She said." I see that we are on the same page." Said Clyde. "It’s been a while since I enjoyed female companionship and Roger is 19 and has yet to be introduced to the glories of the flesh. As a married woman you are like a loaf of grocery store bread. No one will notice if a few slices are missing. Entertain us and once your husband recovers we will lead you back to the trail and we each go on our merry way. I have no fear of you summoning the police for you haven't a clue as to where you are. If we blindfold you and lead you back to the trail you will still be miles from help. City folk, for I recognized you right off as city folk, can't navigate for shit in the woods. You couldn't find your way back to us with a bl**dhound and a team of forest rangers." Tracey contemplated the enormity of her situation. At last she was able to speak. "How do I know that you won't kill us anyway?" "Lady if I was going to kill you I would have already slit your husband's throat and taken what I want. I had my fill of killing in the army, Oh maiming is one thing but I'm no murderer. I try to be an example to my son. Why take through v******e and death that which you can obtain through peaceful means and negotiation. We both know what is going to occur, we are just in the negotiations phase. The fact that I have treated your husband shows that I'm not a ruthless killer. I'm a memorable man in the sack. I want to send you away with memories you will reflect upon and smile about for the rest of your life. If I kill you I don't have that satisfaction, neither would I have the pleasure of knowing that by entering you, I will be inside your husband's head for as long as he lives. What's simple murder compared to that?" Tracey looked at the man, He was imposing and there was a hardness about his face. He had an assured look on his face, as though nothing he had just said could be contradicted. It was almost a smirk. Tracey wondered if the beard hid a scar or if he wore it simply because of how intimidating it made him look, The boy was thinner and shorter but obviously muscular. He could not be more than 19, She wondered how long the two of them had been living in this rustic cabin She hadn't even noticed a car or truck anywhere as she and Davie had surveyed the cabin. It was located in a valley with towering trees all about it. It‘s probably also invisible from the air Tracey realized that her only hope at salvation, and the only chance Frank had for life were if she became very familiar with these men. Like a mouse in a trap she knew that she was caught. Tracey reached for all of her inner strength and resolve. At last she broke her silence. "I will give you what you want. But one at a time. "The mountain man's visage briefly wore a grin before he said. "Of course darling' It unseemly for a father and son to share a woman at the same time. "The older man said, "Roger, you best check our guest for ticks. We don't want her to get Lime disease now do we?" "No Pa." said the youth. He strode up to the stool where Tracey sat and unfastened the rope that bound her. Tracey moved her arms and legs to restore circulation. "Ticks can get everywhere," said the boy an excited hitch in his voice, "The best way to check for ticks is to check every inch of skin. "The boy bent down and began untying and unlacing Tracey 's hiking boots. With dread Tracey allowed the young man to raise each foot and extract her black strappy leather knee high boots in turn. Then he slowly removed Tracey s stockings. When he saw the bright pink nail polish on her toes Roger said "Gee Pa, a painted lady!"After separating and inspecting between each toe, Roger ordered Tracey to stand. She did. He unzipped and took off her spring jacket. The jacket had hidden her considerable bust from view but now it was obvious. Tracey saw Clyde do a double take and Roger let out a low whistle. In a moment Roger's trembling hands were working on the buttons of Tracey 's blouse. Slowly yet deliberately ' Tracey s full voluptuous white lacy brassier was exposed. To Tracey it felt like an eternity until Roger slid the garment off her arms to join her coat and stockings upon the floor. This was worse than if they had simply ordered her to strip, thought Tracey to herself in horror. Roger seemed to take his tick hunting duties seriously as he inspected every inch of Tracey 's bare flesh. He even had her raise her arms over her head so that he could examine her armpits, "I found one!" he said. His father gave him some tweezers and some oil and Roger removed a tick from Tracey 's underarm. Next Roger moved on to Tracey ‘s short tight leather hiking pants , He unhooked her belt unclasped and unzipped the pants. Slowly he lowered them until Tracey was able to step out of them. Underneath the leather hot pants Tracey wore a sheer pair of skimpy white panties. Her full bush was clearly visible through the materiel. Roger eyed every inch of Tracey 's shapely legs. Her reached for Tracey 's bra next but the mystery of how to unclasp it was lost on the sexual neophyte. After struggling for many minutes Clyde stepped forward and said" Here's how you open these things, son. "With a practised hand the father unhooked the bra, His touch was electric on Tracey 's skin. With appalling realization the wife knew that she had very little to worry about from the son but that the father was far more dangerous than she even supposed. Roger pulled away the brassier and ' Tracey s hands instinctively sought to cover herself. "We'll have none of that Clyde said, put your hands at your sides." he ordered. Tracey 's breasts were magnificent. Each was capped with a pink nipple the size of a pencil eraser amid light brown areolae; the kind that men's magazine publishers built their empires upon. Despite her humiliation Tracey noticed the erections in the pants of both father and son. She could not tell exactly but the father seemed to be positively enormous. Roger was amazed by Tracey 's breasts. He had never so much as copped a field before and now he was presented with world class breasts. He seemed mesmerized as he felt up Tracey. After some initial hesitation he began licking and suckling her breasts. Tracey was not sure how to react. Part of her was able to departmentalize what was happening to her. Under ordinary situations, if she had been the one seducing Roger, his actions would be harmless and sweet and a bit flattering, This was NOT that situation however. It seemed like Roger played with her breasts for at least a half hour before his hands settled on the waistband of her panties. Roger gasped as Tracey 's bush was fully revealed. "Look Pa! Lady fur!" "Ticks like to hide in that son, as you well know. Take a good look, run your hands through it make sure there are no ticks hiding there."With due diligence Roger felt up Tracey 's nether regions To her horror, Roger found several ticks, He took a flash light in one hand and gently pried the insects from Tracey 's crotch with a tweezers in his other hand. In curiosity Roger's fingers explored inside of Tracey’ s sex and ass hole. It was the most ham-handed pawing Tracey had ever experienced. Even the most naive school boy she had seduced in high school had a better idea of what to do with a woman. Tracey realized that she must be the first woman the lad had ever seen naked. It was unlikely that the cabin had an internet connection. "Unless his father has a supply of magazines, I'm the first woman in his life." Tracey thought to herself. Instantly she had pity for the boy. Living here was no doubt his father's idea not his. After that Roger ran his fingers through her long brown hair. He discovered on tick behind her left ear which he gently removed. He turned to his father and said. "I found all the ticks Pa!" "Very good, Roger", Said Clyde "Now this nice woman is going to help you become a man. Remember those talks we have had?" "You mean about the bucks and the does?"Yes." Clyde eyed Tracey with intensity. "This woman is a very experienced doe. She is going to lead you to your room and make a proud buck out of you. I will watch to make sure she does it right. "Oh boy! Pa can we keep her?" "I'd like to son but we have an agreement to let her and her boy go. Don't worry there will be other does. I will make sure of it. "Roger began pulling Tracey toward a side room in the cabin. Knowing that resistance would get Frank killed Tracey allowed herself to be pulled along. It was a small room with a single bed, There were a few books and fewer toys. There were however several sets of antlers mounted on the wall. There was portrait of a pale, woman in a frame on the night stand, Tracey knew instinctively that she was the boy's mother. The father followed close behind and loomed in the doorway of the bedroom like a talisman of evil. Tracey was especially grateful that she was on the pill. Condoms did not seem to be a lifestyle choice of these back woodsmen. With the father looming, Tracey knew that she could not simply placate Roger with a hand job or a blow job. Although the boy would not know the difference, Tracey knew without qualification that the father would accept nothing less for his son than full penetration and orgasm. Taking the initiative she began undressing the boy. Beneath his clothes he was firmly muscled with definition. His legs and buttocks were strong and powerful. In contrast to the father, the son was much better looking, Tracey could see the woman in the bedside portrait in his features. At last he was down to his underwear beneath that was a respectably sized uncut penis. Thinking back to the virgins Tracey had deflowered, she found herself on familiar territory. Tracey liked the fact that she was first in so many men' s lives. She knew that every subsequent lover, girlfriend, and wife would be compared to her and often come up lacking, Having Roger lay down on the bed Tracey kissed him deeply, ignoring his halitosis, and slowly kissed her way down his body. Roger's first encounter with fellatio brought a squeal of delight from him, Knowing how quick a trigger virgins tend to have Tracey quickly mounted Roger and rode him to orgasm. Purely for Clyde's benefit, Tracey maid an appropriate moan. "Oh God, thank you lady," said the awed lad. Clyde looked at Tracey and said, "Nice work, you almost convinced me that you enjoyed that. There will be no doubt, however, that you will enjoy me in every way possible."The father looked at his son and said. "this bitch is coming to my room now, fathers need time with does as well. "Clyde extended his hand and said. "Come woman. "Tracey had a very good idea of what was in store for her, This man would not be gentle or shy like his son, She took the proffered hand and was led to a small room with huge bed in it. Tracey realized that the cabin could not have more than four rooms two of which were bed rooms, Guns, lots of guns, lined the walls of this room, all secured with locks, In a locked glass display case there was a display of bayonets and knives. What room on the walls was left was decorated with a****l heads and a****l horns. A taxidermy set of bear claws adorned the headboard of the bed, Clyde closed and locked the door once they had entered the room. Tracey felt smaller and more vulnerable then she had at any other point in her life. "Now woman, come over here and undress me. We won't be leaving this room until I am happy. Needless to say I will be more difficult to please than my son who doesn't know any better. Before we get started i want to thank you for the gift you gave my son. You made his first time very special indeed. The fact that I am grateful means that I will be gentler with you than I first intended IF, OF COURSE, you please me in every way. You can begin now. "Tracey rose up on her tip toes and began to unbutton his flannel shirt. Underneath he was hard muscled. There was not an ounce of fat on his body as he obviously lived a lifestyle that required constant working out. His pecks, abs and arms all had prominent definition. "Kiss me." Clyde said. Swallowing her revulsion Tracey embraced Clyde and turned her lips up to meet his as he bent down. His tongue did circuits around her mouth and he kept kissing Tracey until she thought that she would pass out for lack of air. Satisfied Clyde broke off the kiss. "Now kiss down my body until you get to my belt buckle. Then kneel before me lower my pants and give me the best blow job I have ever had. You will swallow every drop, of course."Hoping to win the man over, or at least bring forth his gentle side, Tracey planted soft and gentle kisses across his nipples and along his abdominal muscles. She knelt on the floor and loosed his belt buckle. His work pants she opened next and gently tugged them down. He stepped out of them. By now Tracey was sure that the penis staining against the boxer shorts was one of the largest she had ever encountered. Steeling herself she lowered the boxers and came face to face with an uncircumcised penis of massive length and girth. Tracey was proud of her prowess with blow jobs. Every boyfriend she had ever had praised her skill. Several men had even made marriage proposals to her after a single turn of fellatio. Starting by kissing and licking the balls Tracey went to work. Despite it being risky Tracey deliberately teased Clyde until at last she was sucking on his entire phallus.Clyde made appreciative noises until at last he grabbed Tracey 's head so that she could not turn away as his seed lined her throat. Ordinarily, Tracey did not swallow. These were not ordinary circumstances. At last she thought it was safe to rise from her position of submission."That was very nice, Mrs M It is fortunate for you that I am a man of my word or I would agree with Roger's wish that we keep you." Clyde saw Tracey 's sudden look of terror and said. "Calm down, My word is my bond. Of course before you are allowed to leave I am going to be inside your asshole and inside your pussy. When I am done with that I am going to cum several times in your hair Its areal turn on to jerk off into a woman's flowing locks. I have to cum between those wondrous breasts of yours as well. Now take down the sheets on that bed and get on your hands and knees. I like to mount a doe like a buck does. "Tracey did as instructed. She faced the bear claws and contemplated that she too was a trapped a****l, She thought of Davie bound up in pantyhose and dazed in the next room and decided that she would be able to handle everything she faced tonight for his sake. Suddenly Clyde was behind her. Tracey felt his hand upon her pussy as he coated her with some sort of lubricant. Then his huge bulk was surrounding her and Tracey felt his massive member plunge deep inside her. Too startled to react at first, , Tracey who was a resourceful woman. Realized that her silence might be taken the wrong way so she began making purring noises. This spurred on Clyde and he finished a short time later.Clyde grabbed Tracey and held her close to himself as he waited for his manhood to recharge. Tracey felt his kisses all over her body. They were gentle, like hers had been on his chest. When he was ready he had Tracey lie on her stomach. This time Tracey felt Clyde's lubricated finger enter her asshole. Tracey didn't do anal too often Davie got it for his birthday, their wedding anniversary and the anniversary of their first date. It was something she tolerated for her husband's sake. This would be for her husband's sake as well.To Tracey 's considerable gratitude, Clyde worked his way in gently. The length and girth almost had Tracey cry out in pain but she stifled it. Gently Clyde worked himself to climax. He was out of breath when he exited her. "You have done well 'mam. You are almost finished. "Next he was straddling her chest, Using Tracey 's breasts to masturbate. Afterwards he would not let her clean it off. "My mark stays on you. He ordered "He had Tracey sit on the floor while he ran his penis through her long flowing brown hair, After jerking off four times in her hair he announced "You have fulfilled your contract Mrs. Let’s go back to the main room, "said Clyde as he dressed. Night had fallen while Clyde had used Tracey. In the main room Roger was reading by lantern light. He greeted Tracey with a huge smile. Davie was in the sane place as he was, bound in the corner, only now he was awake, His eyes had locked on Tracey as she entered the room behind Clyde. Instantly he knew what had happened to her, In shame and embarrassment Tracey tried to hide herself. Clyde stood over Dave. "Well look who is awake!" Here is what is going to happen fella. I'm going to remove your gimp mask and your gag. I hear one word out of you and I will slit your throat. You will obey my orders immediately and without question. I'm going to untie you. After you are released you may redress your wife. Once that is done my son and me will be e****ting you away from this cabin. We will be FUCKING that SISSY ASS OF yours all direction’s so as ya don’t go to the law. I'll give you something for your headache. You will need your wits about you if you want to make it back to civilization. IF you make it back to civilization I could care less what you tell them. They will never find me. "Dave was very angry when his gag was loosed but he knew better than to protest. The ropes securing him were removed and Dave set about restoring circulation to his limbs. When he stood up his knee collapsed under him until he was able to figure out how to correctly put weight on it. He lurched in an odd but manageable gait.Roger led the couple to a small outhouse where husband and wife relieved themselves after which Dave was permitted to dress Tracey. Tracey was ashamed and embarrassed and had a hard time meeting her husband's gaze as he gently restored her clothing. In Dave's eyes Tracey could see that he had been deeply wounded and not by the knife or rifle butt .Clyde said. "The only reason that you are alive is because of your wife. She is a first class piece of ass." That comment enraged Davie but he knew better than to respond. After thoroughly searching the Phelps' backpacks and confis**ting their camera and Dave's knives both Dave and Tracey were joined at the waist with a rope. The mountain men armed themselves and pillow cases were placed over the couple's heads. The mountain man and his son led them on a hike that lasted long into the hight. When Davie and Tracey were at the very end of their patience and endurance they realized that they were alone. Warily Dave took off his wife’s pantyhose. No sign of Clyde and Roger. Not knowing which way to go and both starving the two ate from their camping supplies. For the first time Dave spoke. "I don't want to know the details. I have a very good idea what happened. I know that whatever you did it was to save my life and for that I am grateful. When we get home I am going to make love to you and this trip won't even collect dust in our memories. "Tracey nodded in agreement Dawn broke a few hours later and by sheer luck the Phelps' stumbled into a ranger station. Davie waited outside the door of the ranger's office as Tracey told her story. The state police were called and both of them were taken to the hospital. The police and the FBI were able to obtain DNA samples from the spunk in Tracey 's hair. It would be months before it would be known if the sample matched any on file with the armed services or police departments. Despite a massive search the cabin of Clyde and Roger was not discovered. Mainly because no one had any idea where to look. The ranger, the doctors and the police were all in agreement. Dave and Tracey were fortunate to have escaped with their lives. Four months later Davie and Tracey got a call from the FBI. DNA had identified their abductors, Clyde and his son Roger. Clyde had been given a dishonourable discharge from the army for criminal activity and stealing weapons. Apparently, while not engaging in malfeasance, he was a first class medic. After returning home, he had k**napped his son when he was twelve from his mother and had gone off grid. No police agency was even remotely close to capturing him however. The FBI agent ended the call with a phrase Tracey had heard before and often repeated to herself. "She was lucky to be alive."Tracey, knew instinctively that that was true. But for the last three months she had thought of her encounters with the Beckwith's often. She felt pity for the boy and a spot of tenderness. Despite what Clyde had done to her she could not find it in her heart to hate him. If nothing else he was a man of his world. That was rare enough to find in this world. The real victim had been Davie .Davies ass had healed physically but not psychologically Although he had not wanted to know the details, eventually Tracey told him everything. It was exactly as Clyde had prophesied, Clyde was now lodged deep in Dave's psyche and would be there no matter how many times or how many different ways she made love to him. If she wept for anyone because of what happened to her she wept for her