Charlie heard her say “This isn’t the way you want it” and stopped. She was right…he needed a little more. She was backpedaling, and inside he couldn’t be happier. She was going to rabbit, and then he would chase. Then she picked up and ran through the sand. He took one good look at the med kit, and then gave chase. His heart pumped as he ran to catch up. It was a wonder he could do anything in his condition, but the chase was so alluring, and the tail he chased bounced as if beckoning him onward. To run, to catch it, then force it to give in.<br/><br/>That was the way he wanted.<br/><br/>He could see the fear in her run. It was unorganized…confused, and the best of all, it was panicked. He caught up to her just as she appeared to be making it to  someplace viewable. Just near that oh-so-close bit of sand that could be her salvation, his lunge and tackle brought her down. He caught her! He won, and everyone knew what that meant “To the victor goes the spoils…” he told her as he crawled up her body. He didn’t know where to put his hands first, but he was sure to grab for a handful her clothed breast.<br/><br/>“Let me have what I need, woman…and maybe…just maybe you’ll get what you need as well.” and with another squeeze, he forced his face to her neck to taste her skin. He could feel her heart pumping as he squeezed, and that only made him want more. He was going to spread her wantonly in the sun like a depraved whore, and then catch up on two long years…<br/>