; ; No matter what I said, these people just didn't hear me. I was at the ; end of the line. There was no way I could do another one. That last ; one almost killed me. The soft knocking at the door continued.
; ; "I can't go again!" I screamed as I put my foot through the ; wall. "Give me a fucking break!" I yelled at the door.
; ; I paced around the living room.
; ; "I don't have the nerve for it any more. These fucking people are ; killing me."
; ; "It's okay, baby," Sheila said. "It's okay. Everybody knows you've ; done enough."
; ; "That lady is still knocking at the god damn door! GO AWAY!"
; ; Sheila put her warm hand on my face and then put her finger on my ; lips. "Hush," she said.
; ; "Let me talk to her. Don't worry, I'll tell her no. I won't let her ; in."
; ; Sheila knew how to talk to me. Just the tone of her voice calmed me ; down. She had such a soft face and I loved her thick honey colored ; hair. I don't know what I would do without her.
; ; "Fine, but you tell her..."
; ; "I know what to say, just calm down."
; ; The lady on the other side of the door was just like every other woman ; who had ever stood on our front steps. As soon as Sheila cracked the ; door, the lady stared pleading.
; ; "My baby!" she said, her eyes and face wet with tears, "it took my ; baby. Please, please, your man can get her back. I know he can. You've ; got to ask him."
; ; Sheila motioned for me to go upstairs, so I did. Walking up the ; stairs, I couldn't help but overhear her sad story. I didn't need to ; hear it; I'd heard it a hundred times before.
; ; "My man is so very tired," Sheila said.
; ; "Please, please you must ask him to help. Look, here is a picture of ; my baby. She is only ten years old. Her name is Melissa. She is just a ; baby, can't you please show him this picture. I'll do anything, ; anything he wants. Anything!"
; ; I could hear Sheila trying to calm the lady down. She told her it ; would be at least three days before her daughter was in any real ; danger. She gave her the names of others who might help, but the lady ; insisted I was the only one.
; ; "Talk to your man," she pleaded.
; ; I closed the upstairs bedroom door, I had heard enough. There was no ; way I was going out again. It wasn't going to happen.
; ; Sheila spoke with the lady for a long time. When she came up to our ; room, she had the photo in her hand.
; ; "Don't even think about showing me that picture. Look at my fucking ; hands! I'm shaking. I can't even hold my sword. That skunk would rip ; my throat out. I don't want to see that picture. I..."
; ; "Baby, would you just relax. I told her you were done skunk ; hunting. Okay?"
; ; The skunk hunter. That's how I was known.
; ; One day, thousands and thousands of the filthy creatures fell from the ; sky encased in metallic cylinders built for one-way flights. No one ; knows where they came from. I know for sure the skunks didn't build ; those ships. They're very clever and deadly creatures, but not capable ; of space flight. Not in their nature.
; ; I was pacing around the room rubbing my hands together. Sheila got me ; to stop pacing and look at her.
; ; "Let's take a shower, honey. It will help you relax."
; ; "I'm not going..."
; ; "I know. I know. You're not going."
; ; Sheila was soft, pretty, and so much smarter than me. There was ; nothing I would rather do than take a long hot shower with her.
; ; Sheila led me by the hand into the bathroom and turned on the ; shower. While the room got steamy, she slowly took off her ; clothes. She did it slow, because she knew I liked to watch. First she ; pulled loose the strings that held her white blouse together. When she ; did, her round tits came free. Next she reached behind her neck and ; took off her white pearls.
; ; "Can you unzip me?" she asked as she turned around and pushed back her ; wide round ass.
; ; I unzipped her, but she held her dress, she wouldn't let it fall to ; the ground. She slipped out of it slowly. Sheila had the best looking ; legs I had ever seen. She stood in front of me for a minute so I could ; look at her with her dress off, but while her white blouse was still ; on. The blouse came down just below her pussy, so I could see her ; naked lush legs, but nothing more.
; ; "Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked as she pulled down my ; zipper.
; ; She liked to get me naked while she still had a little of her clothes ; on. I pulled off my shirt and then my pants. She pulled down my ; underwear all the way to the floor. With one of her strong soft hands, ; she grabbed hold of my rock hard dick and squeezed me.
; ; "What are you thinking about?" she asked as she gave me short firm ; strokes.
; ; She drove me fucking crazy.
; ; I grabbed her and she came to me. She always came to me, she never ; said no and she was always ready. She kissed me with her warm, red ; lips and pressed her tongue deep in my mouth.
; ; I let her go, so she could take off her blouse. She took it off with ; one hand and stroked me with the other. Sheila has a lovely curvy ; body. Her belly is flat, but her hips are wide, and her ass is round ; and full. When she was naked with me like that, she was all I thought ; of.
; ; She turned around and stood on her tiptoes. She leaned her hands ; against the wall and poked out her ass.
; ; "Do you think I'm getting too fat?" she asked looking back at me over ; her shoulder.
; ; Are you fucking kidding me?
; ; I raised my hand and slapped her lovely butt hard.
; ; "Oh!" she said and jerked her ass back.
; ; "I thought you said you were worn out!"
; ; I put my fingers into her long thick hair and pulled her lips back to ; me. She opened her mouth and we kissed like two wild animals. The ; bathroom was all steamed up. I pulled her into the shower kissing and ; manhandling her the whole way.
; ; The first thing she did was to soap up her hands and stroke my dick. I ; did the same to her plump tits. Her nipples got pebble hard when they ; stood up. I had to give them each a good hard bite and then a couple ; of slaps.
; ; Sheila's skin was naturally golden. Everywhere I slapped her, the most ; lovely red marks appeared. She liked to be slapped around a ; little. Her eyes told me when she wanted more, and when she had ; enough. Right now she wanted more. My blood was hot and my dick was ; like marble.
; ; "Are you going to cum in my hand?" she asked. She leaned in close to ; me and whispered in my ear. '"Don't you want to fuck me in the ass?"
; ; How much can a man stand?
; ; I pulled her out of the shower and we mauled each other all the way to ; the bedroom. Wet and soapy we slammed down on to the bed and started ; fucking. I was getting ready to cum, but she didn't want me to, not ; just yet. Somehow she twisted so I came out of her and she rolled on ; to her tummy.
; ; "Spank me."
; ; What the hell was I supposed to do? Of course I spanked her. Her wide ; ass turned a lovely red. Being spanked made her really horny. When she ; was ready, she rolled on her back and I was right back in. I focused ; on getting her off, so I pumped her fast and hard. She sunk her damn ; teeth into my shoulder and bit me while she came. That hurt.
; ; When she finally was done, she focused on me.
; ; "Fuck me, baby. I want to feel you cum."
; ; She ran her nails over my back and, at the right time, rubbed my ; ass. God damn, that woman drove me wild. I fucked her and fucked her ; until I couldn't stand it any more.
; ; "AHHH!" I said as I came inside her.
; ; I collapsed on her chest and she held me in her warm loving arms. How ; could I be this fucking lucky?
; ; The next thing I knew it was morning. I hadn't been awake ten seconds, ; when I could her that damn woman outside still crying. Sheila was ; sitting up in bed looking at the picture of the woman's young ; daughter. The child had blonde hair and was smiling in a swing set.
; ; A filthy skunk had grabbed her was no doubt going to feed off her.
; ; "I'm not going after than girl." I said.
; ; "No one expects you to, baby."
; ; "Okay then," I said and tried to get back to sleep.
; ; When the skunks first landed we used our weapons on them. That's why ; almost a quarter of our planet is uninhabitable. The stinking ; creatures had some kind of incredibly toxic blood. When they were shot ; they exploded, and a huge area was laid waste. Nothing would grow, and ; everything died, including humans. The whole area stank to high ; heaven.
; ; The skunks were solitary and very clever. We couldn't trap them. We ; couldn't poison them. They could run like the wind and change colors ; like the chameleon. They hid anywhere and made no sound. They killed ; millions and millions of us.
; ; Through trial and error we found that the only way to safely kill one ; was to stab it in the neck just below the chin. The only problem was ; the motherfuckers were strong and damn fast. They would run if they ; smelled a trap.
; ; For some bizarre reason, they would never run from just one person. My ; own opinion is they were so sure of themselves, they didn't fear a ; single person.
; ; About the only way to safely kill a skunk was for one man to hunt it, ; alone, with a sword. As a child I had trained for years with the heavy ; sword. I was sought out and asked to help kill the skunks.
; ; Over the years, we killed most of them, and they killed most of us. We ; didn't get them all, and I don't think we ever will.
; ; "Can you please ask that lady to stop crying," I said.
; ; Sheila got out of bed and went downstairs. I could her the lady ; begging her to get me to go after her daughter.
; ; I knew an old skunk had grabbed her daughter. Only the old ones ; grabbed kids. They liked young girls for some reason. The skunk would ; keep her for three days so her system would flush out. Then the filthy ; pig would eat her.
; ; I got out of bed and went to the dresser to get my normal clothes. On ; top of the dresser was another photo. It was an old photo I had seen ; many times. It was a picture of a smiling young girl about ten years ; old with thick blonde hair and golden skin. On the back the girl's ; mother had written, "Please save my baby, her name is Sheila."
; ; I raised my hands to see if they were still shaking. My fighting ; clothes and gear were neatly stacked in the corner. The boy next door ; had sharpened my sword.
; ; I got dressed and went downstairs. When the lady saw me with my gear, ; she broke down.
; ; "God Bless you!" she said. Sheila had to hold her back from falling to ; my feet and grabbing my legs.
; ; Her man handed me a map of the area where the girl was last seen. He ; would have gone after the skunk himself it hadn't been total suicide.
; ; He shook my hand and kept that tear in his eye from falling out. We ; didn't need to say anything. He knew it was life or death. Maybe I'd ; be back, and maybe I wouldn't. With his eyes and the warmth of his ; hand, he thanked me for trying.
; ; The stinking animal was somewhere in an old building at the edge of ; the village. He or she or it wouldn't be hard to find. I had developed ; a feeling for these things.
; ; Before I left, Sheila looked at me with those big grey eyes of ; hers. On her face was the same expression she had that day I first saw ; her. The day I took her from that skunk. She was afraid, yet strong ; inside.
; ; We didn't speak as I left. We never did. She knew firsthand what was ; waiting for me.
; ; Skunk hunting is a lonely business. No one to help. If the skunk wins, ; you get eaten, alive.
; ; I tracked the nasty pig to a basement in an old warehouse. These ; buildings hadn't been used for years. I knew the skunk was inside. The ; best way to hunt was to make noise so the skunk thought you were ; lost. It would watch you and if it was sure you were alone, it would ; come out of its hiding place. They always protected their lair.
; ; Lucky for us, they never seemed to learn. Some of our people thought ; they were genetically engineered rather than products of evolution. I ; wasn't here to do research.
; ; "Melissa," I called out. "Melissa, if you hear me, don't worry. Be ; still and don't run."
; ; "Do you hear me Melissa?"
; ; From back in the basement, I heard a tiny scared voice. "Yes."
; ; I knew right then the pig was watching me. I had no idea where it ; was. The key was to move like you were talking to the girl and let the ; skunk think it had the advantage, which it did.
; ; "Melissa? Angel, be still. Do not move or run. Okay?"
; ; "Okay."
; ; Her voice was getting closer, but I didn't see her. This skunk was ; smarter than most, or it had left. As I came around a corner, I saw a ; ghastly sight. The partially eaten bodies of four young girls were ; lying on the floor. I was frozen in my tracks by the horrified ; expressions on their dead faces. In that second the skunk attacked.
; ; My reflexes saved me. Its sharp claws missed my face by a distance too ; close to measure. I drew my sword, but I couldn't stab or slash at ; it. My only target was the area below its chin.
; ; The skunk paused and stared back at me. Like the others, it had a ; watermelon-shaped head on a seven-foot-tall frame. It had long, thin ; arms, which reached well below its waist. It looked at me with its ; cunning, green eyes.
; ; "How did I miss him?' it thought.
; ; Before it attacked again, I heard a loud screaming sound. The skunk ; jumped to the side and picked up something. It was hard for me to see ; what it was, as the skunk's camouflaged skin blended in so well ; against the walls and ceiling of the basement.
; ; When I did get a good look, I couldn't believe what I saw. This skunk ; was holding a smaller creature. I guessed it was a young skunk. It was ; the first time I had ever seen one.
; ; When I moved to position myself for the next attack, I saw Melissa in ; a white dress standing very still in a corner. Keeping my eyes on the ; skunk, I raised my hand to her.
; ; "Come here, angel," I said.
; ; She was scared stiff, but she managed to move to me.
; ; Then it happened. For the one and only time, I felt like I ; communicated with a skunk. By its body language and the way it held ; the smaller creature, I think it was trying to cut a deal.
; ; "You leave, I leave" was the offer.
; ; I could smell the stench of the rotting flesh of those poor dead ; girls.
; ; "Fuck you!" I said.
; ; The skunk dropped the little creature and I pushed Melissa off to the ; side. It screamed at me like I had never heard before. I yelled back ; at it. It was killing time.
; ; Hard experience had taught us to wait for the skunk to attack. We had ; to counterpunch. The slightest cut from any of its nails was lethal.
; ; "Be still honey," I said to Melissa.
; ; It lunged at me. Always they went for my throat. I spun off to my ; side, as I had done so many times before, and let the force of the ; creature pass. They always came back the same way, and I always killed ; them in the same way.
; ; Straight through its throat my razor sharp blade went. It was always ; shock to them when they lost. I withdrew my blade and rammed it in ; again.
; ; "Die you piece of shit!"
; ; It fell to its knees. With my boot, I pushed it down and pulled out my ; blade. The little creature ran over to it and lay down on its chest. I ; stabbed it through the back of the neck.
; ; In my pack I had a small can of special fuel. Immediately after ; killing one, they had to be burned. If they rotted, the damage to the ; environment was almost as bad as if they had been shot.
; ; I covered their corpses with fuel and set them on fire. They stunk as ; they burned.
; ; I picked up Melissa and carried her on my shoulders all the way back ; home.
; ; "Why did you kill the little baby?" she asked.
; ; "To save your little girl," I said.
; ; The boy next door was the first to see me coming. He waited on the top ; of his roof and looked around with the spyglass his dad had given ; him. He and Sheila were best buddies. He watched for me, and she baked ; him cookies.
; ; I put Melissa down so she could run to her mom. This time those tears ; ran freely down her dad's face. I didn't have anything to say, so I ; went inside. Sheila told everyone I was tired and needed rest. She ; always talked to the people. I never had anything to say.
; ; I could hear Melissa's mom crying and thanking Sheila.
; ; Our kitchen was full of pies. Cherry pies, apple pies, peach ; pies. Sheila baked pies when I was away.
; ; She came into the kitchen and put her arms around me. Most times after ; a hunt, we went straight to bed. She looked into my eyes searching for ; what I wanted. Did I want to spank her, take a shower, tie her up, or ; chase her around? She looked deeper and deeper into me until she ; realized this hunt had been different. This time I needed her to hold ; me and help me forget what I had just seen and smelled and done.
; ; "I can't do this anymore," I said. "I don't have the reflexes. Look at ; the way my hands are shaking..."
; ; "I know, baby, I know."
; ; "I'm finished. This was the last one, I'm done..."
; ; "Hush," she said and gently kissed me.
; ; The kid from next door busted in and looked around.
; ; I handed him my sword like I always did. Sheila pointed to a bag full ; of cookies. He took my sword and the cookies and ran off.
; ; Sheila held my hand and led me up the stairs. I was shaking. I could ; still feel the wind on my chin where the skunk's claws had just ; missed. I could see the faces of those dead girls. It was all running ; around in my head. I was starting to lose my balance.
; ; "Hey, Hey! Look at me. You're home. Everything is all right."
; ; I focused my eyes into Sheila. All the bad thoughts went away. She had ; a flower in her hair and she was smiling at me. She had been crying ; but her face was dry now.
; ; What in the world had I ever done to deserve this woman?
; ; "I love you," I said.
; ; "I love your more."
; ; She held me in arms and rocked me to sleep.
; ; The next day Melissa's father came to our house and brought Sheila ; three bags of gold coins. She politely argued with the man and told ; him that was way too much. He insisted, so she finally accepted one ; bag and asked him to keep the other two for later if we ever needed ; it. She stacked the bag of gold in the empty bedroom along with all ; the other bags of coins.
; ; For the next three days, I had Sheila all to myself. We talked and ; took long walks. I didn't want to, but she made me tell her what I'd ; seen and done on the last hunt. I don't know why she wanted to hear ; it. I didn't like to talk about it, but I always felt better ; afterwards.
; ; One afternoon while we were sitting by a pond, the setting sun caught ; her hair in a certain way. The light reflected off the individual ; strands and I swear I saw a small rainbow in her hair.
; ; That night we had each other every way we could. We made love, we ; danced, we kissed, and we just plain fucked. Finally, I was so ; exhausted I could go no more. I lay on my back and Sheila curled up ; next to me.
; ; "I love you more," she said.
; ; The next morning a loud knocking at the door awakened me. Sheila put ; on her cotton nightshirt, and went down the stairs.
; ; I could hear a woman crying and pleading with Sheila.
; ; "My man has given up hunting," I heard Sheila say. "He can't do it any ; more." But still the woman pleaded.
; ; I rose from our bed. My fighting clothes and gear were neatly stacked ; in the corner. The boy next door had sharpened my sword.
; ; Before I went downstairs, I saw Melissa's photo on top of the ; dresser. Next to the dresser was a large, wooden, maple ; chest. Sheila's mother had given it to her. I opened the chest and ; placed Melissa's photo on top of the many other pictures of all the ; young girls whose lives Sheila had saved.
; ; The End ; ;