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 Kelly was such a Deer girl.  (Consensual Sexual Cannibalism f teen)

   Kelly had spent the past couple of months working out, and she was now
the fittest and most toned girl in her class, but nobody really paid any
attention here in Montreal.  Well that wasn't quite true, as her adoptive
parents Katrina and Frank Whyte had definitely noticed, but they had their
own reasons for helping Kelly work out, and these would soon come to
fruition when they visited their friends Hank and Tracey Turner in their
remote cabin up in the Rockies for Easter Holidays.  Kelly was looking
forward to seeing Tracey's twins that had been born a couple of months ago,
she couldn't believe the names that they had been given, Rose and Lily, but
she thought that it could have been worse.  Kelly stood in front of the
full length mirror in her room and looked herself up and down.  She smiled
at what she saw, her Uncle Tom would be impressed, and she hoped that he
would be at the cabin when they got there.

   Katrina was packing up the clothes that they would need when they got to
the cabin, she knew that it was still pretty cool up there at this time of
the year and had packed quite a few sets of warmer clothes.  The back of
their SUV was already loaded with food and other things that couldn't be
purchased up in the mountains and that Tracey and Hank had asked them to
bring with them, and there wasn't really going to be that much room for
Kelly back there.  Still she had the in-car DVD to watch and she had
brought along more than enough DVDs for the journey ahead of them, plus she
had her I-pod on which she had downloaded a fortune of tracks.

   The journey was to pass pretty quickly without any real dramas and they
arrived at the cabin a couple of hours early.  Kelly dashed into the cabin
and greeted Tracey and Hank and asked where the babies were, Tracey took
her upstairs to where the babies were in their new nursery and for the next
few minutes she just looked at them, Katrina then came up and joined them,
Frank came up, and heard the women talking in baby language and promptly
turned around and went down to look for Hank who had just returned from a
walk in the woods with his brother Tom.  Hank shook his head and said
"Babies!" Frank and Tom laughed, and then led him into the kitchen and
cracked open a six-pack of beer, and started to down them.  Tom suggested
that they ought to start off-loading the SUV, but Frank laughed and said
that there was plenty of time for that, they were early anyway.

   In the evening after the twins had been put to bed and the baby monitor
switched on they sat down around the table and tucked into a pot roast. 
Most of the conversation was about babies and how Tracey was managing here
so far away from civilisation.  Kelly was beginning to tire of this, nice
as Rose and Lily were, but enough was enough, so she started to talk to her
Uncle Tom and asked what he had been doing recently.  He explained that he
had been promoted and was now in charge of a small accountancy team for a
large multi-national, they hadn't really wanted him to take leave at this
time of the year, but he insisted as he explained that he had a long
outstanding commitment which he didn't want to default on.  Kelly's eyes
opened wide and she asked what that was, knowing what he would say.  "Well
young lady I agreed at Xmas to stay with my brother and family and go deer
hunting didn't I?" She looked into his sparkling eyes, and smiled but she
then asked whether he was a good hunter, he laughed and said he had no
idea, it wasn't anything he'd done for real before.  But his brother had
hunted quite a bit and he suspected that he would be pretty good at it. 
Kelly asked who would be out on the hunt, and Tom said it would be just
Hank, Frank and himself as the wives would be looking after the twins and
generally catching up on events.

   Kelly suggested that it wasn't really fair three grown men hunting nice
little deer with guns and things, and suggested that they ought to either
use spears or bows and arrows or just knives just as the native Indians
would have done before white man came.  Tom thought about it for a moment
and then agreed, and suggested that perhaps they ought to set traps out in
the woods for the deer as well, her eyes opened wide and she grinned at
him. Tom called the other guys over and told them about Kelly's suggestion
for the hunt, and they both looked really receptive and thought it would
make it more fun.  They decided that it would be better if they left the
hunt for Easter Sunday, the day after tomorrow as the weather would be
warmest and it was extremely unlikely that there would be anyone else about
in the forest.  It would also give them time to make some weapons for the
hunt.

   The next day the two wives and Kelly watched the male's rather pathetic
attempts to form bows and arrows, but eventually they had two bows and
about a dozen arrows, none of them were particularly good at aiming though
and it was unlikely that they would get close enough to their prey to shoot
one, but they would try.  Tom had knocked up some spears that seemed to be
pretty effective, but again throwing them accurately would not be very
easy. They all had knives so there was no need to make these, which was
probably a good job too.  Hank decided that the idea of setting some traps
might be worth it, so he offered his excuses and slipped away into the
woods.  After he had gone, the women burst into laughter, and explained
that they thought the chance of him constructing a workable trap without
injuring himself wasn't very good, and they had decided if he hadn't
returned in two hours to go out and look for him.  But he was back in just
over an hour, and admitted that he hadn't had too much success and gave up.
But he looked at Kelly and winked and said that he had managed to set one
trap up, so she would have to be careful if she went wandering about out
there.

   During the evening they were sat around watching cartoons on the TV when
Kelly suddenly asked, "What happens if you can't catch the deer tomorrow
Uncle Tom?" The adults all looked at her, "Well you can't expect it to just
give itself up can you!" They all looked at her, as she continued "I mean
lets be honest you are not going to be the greatest hunters the world has
ever known." Hank laughed, and admitted that she was probably right, and
then suggested that perhaps they ought to set a time limit, and if they
hadn't succeeded they would call it quits for the day, and then perhaps
they could think things through and start the hunt the following day. 
Kelly's eyes were sparkling as she heard this, and to Tom it appeared that
she was up to something and they were playing into her hands, but just what
was she doing.  Eventually they all agreed that they would go out hunting
around 10 or so in the morning, and if they hadn't caught something by
about 2 in the afternoon the women wouldn't have time to prepare anything
else for the evening meal.  Tracey suggested that she could blow her
grandfathers old hunting horn when it was time for the hunt to finish. 
Frank coughed for attention, and they all looked at him, "Come on folks, be
serious, how hard is it going to be to track and catch our dinner, I reckon
we'll be back by lunchtime!" He looked at Kelly and winked.  She started to
speak and was going to argue but suddenly stopped and merely smiled.

   The next morning, found the men eating breakfast and getting ready to go
on the hunt, the twins were occupying the wives, and Kelly?  Well Kelly had
slipped out of the cabin and was disappearing into the forest.  Tom looked
at his watch, and said "Well only five minutes to go then guys, should we
tell the girls we're off?" Then seeing the body language of the others
continued "Guess not then!" Frank and Hank took the Bows and arrows, Frank
also took a spear, Hank declined, so Tom took the two remaining spears. 
They all took a couple of canteens of water with them, Frank also took some
rope so that he could truss anything that they managed to catch, and then
they quietly slipped out of the cabin so as not to disturb the women.  They
started out and moved towards the forest, and then swiftly towards the
river that they decided offered the best chance of finding the tracks of
their prey.  When they arrived there they slowly moved up the river bank
and Frank eventually spotted some tracks in the mud by the water.  Some
little deer had been down by the water and had been drinking.

   The three of them spread out and slowly moved off with Frank in the
middle following the tracks.  Tom thought that there was little chance of
catching anything with the noise they were making, but he carried on. 
About twenty minutes later they found themselves back at the river without
ever having seen any sight of their quarry.  The three of them decided that
they were getting nowhere hunting as a pack and decided to split up.  Tom
decided to move back to the cabin, and hunt to the North which although
more heavily wooded he thought would offer the best chance.  The other two
stayed by the river with Frank going upstream, and Hank downstream, they
had now been hunting for almost an hour and although they thought they had
heard movements around them they had seen nothing.

   Tom kept looking without any success and had stopped for a few moments
to gather his thoughts.  Suddenly about a hundred yards away in a small
clearing he caught sight of his prey, pink against the dark background, he
could see a slender body for a moment and then she was gone, he wasn't sure
if she had seen him, but he was on the move as quickly as he could.  He
followed the trail for about ten minutes, and although he got close he saw
nothing more than a brief glimpse of his prey.  He was getting close to a
small stream, and slowed his pace, he was thirsty, and he wondered if his
prey was too.  Slowly moving onto some rocks above a small pool he knew was
there he took out his binoculars and looked for the young deer.  There,
down by the pool no more than a hundred feet or so away was his prey, he
brought the binoculars to his eyes and looked more closely at the lean
tender legs, nicely rounded butt, firm belly and small breasts, she looked
around and then got back to her feet and moved slowly away, it was as if
she was teasing him.

   Tom was still too far away to stand a chance of hitting her, but he
thought he would try anyway, so taking his spear in his right arm he moved
into the open and launched it at her, it fell some ten yards short, and she
looked over her shoulder and then disappeared into the trees again.  Tom
popped down and collecting his spear took up the hunt again.  He realised
that they were heading back down towards the river; it was as if she wanted
all the hunters together again.  There were several times when he managed
to get close enough to launch the spear, and on one occasion it ended up
stuck in a tree no more than a yard or so wide of the lithe little body. 
Suddenly he heard the sound of something approaching so he dropped onto all
fours and waited behind a tree, spear in hand, but then Frank appeared bow
in hand.  Tom called out his name to make sure that he wasn't inadvertently
shot, and then moved out into the open.

   Frank had caught the barest glimpse of their prospective meal, and had
let off a single arrow, but it had missed by a mile, a noise behind them
made them turn round and there no more than about forty feet away they saw
the fine figure of Kelly, and then she was gone, Frank lifted his bow but
it was too late.  Tom smiled, yes their prey was definitely toying with
them, but he had a feeling that she might make a mistake at some point, and
then they would have her.  They continued the hunt for another half an hour
or so and then found themselves back by the river and met Hank, who was
sitting down sharpening his knife.  He shook his head and said that he was
on the point of giving up as he had had no sight of any prey at all.  Tom
and Frank explained what had happened and how they thought that she was
getting the hunters together, possibly to share the moment.  Frank looked
at his watch, they had barely an hour to go, so perhaps they ought to move
on out, suddenly he motioned for silence and then pointed behind them,
cocking an arrow in his bow he started to draw the string and then Hank and
Tom moved out of the way, and he loosed it, they heard a squeal and dashed
off to where they found the arrow lodged in a tree, it must have been a
really close thing, and he couldn't have missed her by much.

   They had several more sightings in the next hour, and each had an
opportunity to take their prey, but without success.  Suddenly they heard
the sound of a horn being blown, damn, their four hours were up.  Frank
shrugged and said he had a feeling that Kelly was going to rub this failure
in when they got back to the cabin.  The three men drank some water from
their canteens and began the walk back to the cabin; they were getting
close when they heard a surprised squeal from a parallel track.  Hank
looked at the others, "That" he said "Is where I put the trap!" they
started running through the undergrowth and sure enough there in front of
them and just off the track they could see their prey swinging from a tree,
her left ankle in a noose and her arms a couple of feet from the forest
floor.  As they got closer they admired the fine details of their prey, Tom
went up and stroked the smooth flesh, the fine texture of her thigh meat
and her nice firm filet.  Hank commented just how much she had both grown
and firmed up since he had last seen her in the buff.

   Frank laughed and asked what they did now, Hank replied, saying that as
it was his trap that had caught her it was he who should have the pleasure
of butchering her.  Tom interrupted and pointed out that she had actually
been trapped after the hunt was over, so technically they needed to go
through it all again tomorrow.  Hank sighed, and then said Tom was right,
and they should cut her down.  Grudgingly Frank helped them cut her down,
and put her on the ground, Kelly rose to her feet and started off for the
cabin, they noticed that she was limping as she walked, perhaps tomorrow
might not be so hard after all.  As they followed her they admired her firm
butt and legs, and decided that tomorrow they just had to be successful.

   Back at the cabin Kelly had disappeared into the bathroom and was taking
a shower, the wives started on preparing a meal for the evening, and the
guys were discussing tactics for the following day.  Kelly came out a while
later wearing just a small towel, and sat down next to her father, and
mischievously asked him how the hunt had gone.  Had it all been over in an
hour, or had it been something of a disaster?  Frank looked at his daughter
smiled and said that there was always tomorrow, she giggled and asked what
was for dinner, Tracey announced that they had a haunch of venison.  Kelly
then let the towel slip, and wriggling her arse said "I bet it isn't as
nice as this though!" Tom reached out and patted her butt, "Nope, you're
right sweetie; there is nothing as nice as the real thing." She giggled
turned round and kissed her Uncle Tom and then laughing said that she hoped
it was him who snagged the prey the next day.  She then went to the
fireplace and finished drying herself off with the towel, the three men
watched her very closely thinking of what may follow in the morning.

   Over dinner the wives gave their men folk a rough time for not having
brought home anything from the hunt and asked what made them think that
tomorrow would be any different.  Hank winked, "I just think that it will
sweetheart, but if the worst comes to the worst we can always hunt again
the day after, and perhaps take the rifles with us!" Kelly's eyes opened
wide at this, and she said that somehow she felt that they would be
successful the following day.  They all laughed at this and then continued
eating their meal.  The men spent some time working on their weapons, and
trying to work out some tactics for the hunt in the morning.  They watched
as Kelly limped upstairs to bed, her shapely calves showing below the
nightdress that she was wearing, "God!" Tom thought, "isn't she just
absolutely gorgeous?"

   The next morning saw light drizzle falling and the sun was almost
totally obscured, however the diffuse light made things look very pretty
and there was a sort of surreal atmosphere.  The three men were looking
outside and realised that whilst the rain could put a bit of a dampener on
the hunt in some ways, the fine nature of it could make tracking their
quarry a bit easier.  Hank commented that he expected it would all have
cleared up by shortly after noon.  There was about half an hour before they
could start the hunt, and they were unsurprised to see the delicate shape
of Kelly disappearing in amongst the trees, she looked over her shoulders
and seeing the hunters watching wriggled her little arse, and then moved
out of sight.  "Little minx" said Frank as he watched her disappear, Hank
corrected him "Little deer you mean Hank!!  Venison on two legs in fact!"
Tom laughed and said "Oh yes, lovely meat all ready to be caught." Katrina
came down and asked whether they were ready to go, and they confirmed that
they were, but they wanted to give her a few more minutes.  Katrina raised
an eyebrow, pointing out that she had made monkeys of them the day before,
should they really take a chance that she could slip away.  Frank shrugged
and suggested that it was time for them to leave.

   They had decided that Kelly would appear quite quickly and entice them
into the hunt, but in this they were wrong, after the best part of an hour
they still had seen no sign of her apart from some tracks near the stream.
Then just as they began to wonder where she was they heard a noise in the
distance and spreading out they moved towards where it had come from.  Tom
being the youngest and fittest had agreed to move round behind the point
where the noise had come and was waiting whilst the others moved towards
him, he could hear movement and realised that someone was coming towards
him, and then he could see pink flesh crouching down behind some bushes as
Hank and Frank moved closer.  The drizzle was running off of her flesh in
little beads and her hair was soaked and lying across her back.  He cursed
the fact that he had the spears as he felt he could have taken her with an
arrow, but he was going to have to either move closer, or wait for them to
flush her out.  She turned slightly and he could see her in profile,
crouched down as low as she could get, he looked at her shapely body, the
long slim legs the taught belly, her slender arms and small firm breasts,
and then she stood up and started to run and she was getting closer, Tom
stood up and launched his spear somehow she seemed to twist in mid run and
it missed her and then she was gone.

   The guys then started the hunt in earnest and in the next hour or so had
her in their sight on quite a few occasions, and then she made a mistake.
Hank signalled for his companions to halt, and then indicated that they
should keep quiet, and drawing his bow he aimed upwards into a tree just at
the extreme of his range.  They looked at the tree and could see her up in
the branches, she hadn't seen them.  Hank moved as close as he could
without alerting her and then raising the bow again he loosed his arrow. 
They watched as it arked towards the prey, and for a moment they thought it
was going to strike her, but it caught a branch which deflected it at the
last moment.  Kelly was startled and leapt down to a lower branch, but then
fell the last few feet, they watched as she landed on her bad ankle and
squealed with the pain.  She limped away as quickly as she could, but the
writing was now on the wall, she knew it, they knew it and they started to
move in for the kill.

   If they thought that this was going to be easy, they were surprised, as
in pain or not, she easily managed to elude them for another forty minutes
or so.  A little later they managed to catch sight of her again, and she
was in a little hollow with thick bushes behind.  Hank told Tom and Frank
that he would go around behind her where she couldn't see him and then in
five minutes they were to move slowly towards her and see if they could
flush her towards him.  They nodded and watched him go, this seemed to be
the longest five minutes of their lives, and eventually it was time to
start moving.  They could just see some movement in the hollow and then
watched as she darted out of the side and not the back as they had hoped.
Hank already had the arrow notched on his bow and by luck he had moved
around slightly towards the right side of the hollow and was waiting for
movement from their prey.

   Suddenly, there in front of him moving remarkably agilely considering
her injury, was the deer that he had been hunting, he loosed the arrow and
watched as it flew the short distance and imbedded itself in her shoulder,
again she squealed in pain, but after stumbling she was running again. 
Frank and Tom were through the hollow and in pursuit as well and they
watched as their prey ran off, an arrow sticking out of her shoulder.  They
upped their pace, surely this was their chance, but somehow she avoided
them, they realised in their haste to chase her they had probably run past
her as she hid in a bush or something.  They stopped and then split up and
moved slowly back towards the hollow, Tom spotted what appeared to be blood
on some leaves, and then could see a trail where his deer had limped off,
he decided that he couldn't wait for the others, so he hooted like an owl
which was the sign they had agreed on and moved off down the trail.  He
realised he was getting closer to her and could hear her moving not far
ahead, and then he could see a beautiful rump bobbing along in front of
him. He changed direction a little and started moving parallel to her, and
then when he saw her stumble a little he moved in on her position.

   As she recovered her feet she saw a movement to her left and realised
there was someone moving towards her, she was about to move off in the
opposite direction when she heard something brush through the leaves of the
trees and watched as a spear flew through and pierced her in the side.  She
stumbled again and realised that this was it, she didn't have the strength
to go any further.  She lay on her side as first Tom and then the others
emerged from the woods.  They stood over her looking at her body twitching
below them.  Frank looked at Tom, and congratulated him, Hank pulled the
spear out of her side and started to take his knife out, but Frank stopped
him.  "This is Tom's catch, let him do it, remember what Kelly said last
night, she hoped he would achieve the kill." Hank put his knife away and
looked at Tom who unsheathed his knife and kneeled down beside his prey,
turning the head to one side exposing the throat more fully he slit her
throat and windpipe, there was a gurgling sound and her life ebbed away.

   Hank had the rope that day and he moved quickly and tied her ankles
together and hauled her up and hung her from a branch and let her bleed
out. Tom slit her wrists to make this happen quicker and the three men
stood back and looked at their kill.  Hank moved over to the body and slit
it open from her pubis to her sternum and began the job of gutting her,
explaining that it was best to field dress the deer as quickly as possible.
The others watched as Hank completed the task, Frank asked whether they
should bury the entrails, but Hank said they would be better off spreading
them across the ground and the wildlife would do a fine job of getting rid
of any telltale signs.  Within a few minutes the carcass was totally
eviscerated, Tom had put the liver and Kidneys into a re-sealable bag and
stashed it into his pack, he would have to be careful as there was still
plenty of blood in them and he was scared the bag would burst and ruin his
pack.  They used their canteens to wash out the carcass and then it was
time to cut it down and take it back to the cabin.  Hank helped Frank take
it down and then placed it over Tom's shoulders with her left leg and left
arm tied together and held in front of him in a sort of fireman's lift.

   They walked back to the cabin, and Tom couldn't believe just how sweet
the meat over his shoulders smelled.  Her left leg was close to his left
cheek, and by turning his head he could actually touch her flesh with his
tongue, and he was so tempted to bite her gently, but knew it was better to
wait.  The women were out of the cabin when the men returned and there was
some ironic cheering as Tom dropped the carcass onto a large wooden table
close to the roasting pit that had been readied for just this event. 
Katrina moved over and ran her hands over the now cool skin of her
daughter, admiring the fruits of Kelly's labour, there was no spare fat
anywhere.  She looked at her face which looked so peaceful, she smiled,
Kelly had gotten her last wish, Uncle Tom had completed the kill, and now
the rest of them were going to get their wish.  Tracey came over and told
the guys that it was okay to remove the head now.  Frank moved over, and
said that was his job, and then taking his knife out he completed the task
and placed her head alongside her carcass.

   Kelly roasted for several hours and then Katrina tested the meat by
skewering the thigh and when the juices ran clear she announced that the
meat was ready, and so all of them came out of the cabin and moved around
to the roaster, they uncovered the rest of the food, the vegetables, etc
and got ready as Frank picked up the carving knife and fork when suddenly a
voice stopped them all in their tracks.  "Well what do we have here then?"
The five of them looked around and walking towards them were two hunters
with rifles levelled, Frank moved across in front of the roast, in an
effort to hide it, the lead huntsman told them to stay exactly where they
were and not to move.  Hank asked what they wanted, and said not to hurt
the women.  The lead hunter looked at him and said, let me tell you all a
little story.

   "Yesterday my brother and I were doing a little bit of hunting in the
woods when we saw three grown men wandering around with spears and bows and
arrows, and we wondered what they were doing, so we settled down with a
couple of beers and watched them through our binoculars from the rocks back
there, we couldn't work out what they could be hunting as they didn't stand
much chance of getting anything with the weapons they had.  After a while
my brother nudged me and pointed down to the valley about a hundred yards
ahead of them and there running through the woods was a very young deer.  I
looked at it and saw that it was a fine beast, but not what we were
expecting, eh brother?" The other hunter laughed as the first continued.

   "Well we watched for a while, it was quite amusing and we decided it was
some sort of game, albeit potentially dangerous as even home-made bows and
arrows and spears can do damage, and then we noticed one of you nearly
shoot the deer so we became a little confused.  We then lost sight of you
for a while so we decided to move down and get a closer look, all of a
sudden we heard something coming towards us so we took cover and there in
front of us was one of the sweetest looking deer that we had ever seen. 
Then it was gone and we heard you moving towards us and then just when we
thought you might stumble on us there was the sound of a horn and you all
stopped and turned around.  We waited for a while and then followed you at
a good distance and were surprised to see the deer enter your cabin,
followed a little while later by you."

   Still no one said anything, so the hunter continued, "My brother and I
talked it over and we decided that we would pop back today and see whether
the hunt continued, and guess what?  It did!  We watched as the young deer
emerged from behind the cabin and disappeared into the woods.  From where
we were sitting we could see it from time to time and it really was quite
amusing seeing how it an rings round you again, but then something must
have happened as the next time we saw it, it was limping, we then watched
as you closed in on it, but lost sight for a while and then Alan noticed it
again and it appeared to have an arrow in its shoulder, so we decided to
move down closer and see what was happening.  By the time we got down close
enough to see what was going on the deer had been killed and was hanging by
its hind legs from a tree, and was being gutted." He looked at Hank "and a
fine job you did buddy, looked like it wasn't your first gutting.  Well
then we waited for you to leave and we discussed what we should do for a
while and then we decided to come down and say Hi!  So here we are."

   Frank stepped forward and said "Okay, so what do you want?  Money, we
can get that, just don't hurt the women or babies!" The huntsman looked at
him and said "Money!  We don't want money buddy, and as for the women and
children what do you think we are?  " Tom interrupted saying that was
exactly what they were trying to work out.  But it was very hard to think
clearly at the point of a gun.  Hank nodded, the lead hunter smiled and
said, "Well actually guys we were just wondering if you good folks would
show some good old neighbourly spirit and invite us to join you for dinner.
You see it is a long time since we have eaten a deer that looked as tender
as the one you hunted." Tracey looked at the hunter trying to tell whether
he was telling the truth or just winding them up.  "Well it isn't
neighbourly to point guns at your hosts is it?" The second huntsman laughed
and shouldered his rifle, his friend shrugged and did the same, and then
walking towards Tracey he extended his hand and introduced himself and his
brother to them.  Frank was still a little nervous, but he felt a bit
better when the one introduced as Colin went over to the roast and pulled
off a piece of crackling and tasted it, "Wow that is so good!".

   The atmosphere was a little strained to begin with, as the two families
got used to their uninvited guests, but gradually things became more
relaxed, probably due to the alcohol but also due to some of the stories
that their guests regaled them with.  It appeared that these two hunters
from the States were not what they seemed; they were businessmen who wanted
to get closer to their roots and decided that hunting in the Rockies might
be just the way to spend their vacation.  Back home they were recognised as
being very successful businessmen and Alan was mayor of a fairly large
town. He also had a very large mansion at which they regularly held charity
functions, and occasionally very special feasts and Barbecues.  At some of
these special feasts they served longpork, but until recently it had all
tended to be somewhat unwilling, comprising mainly `illegals' that had been
caught and deported, albeit that they never actually left the State.  A few
months ago however they had had a young lady visit who was happy to be
spitted alive, like in the Dolcett cartoons, and they all had had a
wonderful afternoon first watching her spitted, then roasted and then
feasting on her tight little body.

   Alan gave them each a copy of his business card, and suggested they
might like to pop down and visit him some time in the future when he was
having one of his feasts.  He would send them an invite if they would like,
they considered this for a few moments and then agreed that this was a very
tempting offer that they would be churlish to refuse.  Colin said that they
would have to go to very great lengths to find something anywhere near as
tasty as the deer that that had eaten that evening, but explained that he
loved a challenge.  Alan looked at his watch and asked whether they could
give them a lift back to their campsite, Katrina said she would drive, but
Tracey suggested they stayed the night as there were now a couple of spare
rooms.  That way they could have a nice cooked breakfast as long as they
didn't mind leftovers!  And then one of them could run them back up in the
daylight, when it was safer.  Alan nodded in agreement and turning to his
brother said, "leftovers sound pretty good to me, what about you bro'?"
Colin looked round and chewing another piece of crackling nodded as well.