White And Red Makes Pink (Closed for MadameNyx)

My name is Hank Sternberg and I am a hunter by profession, I live in a big enough house in a forest along the western side of the Rocky Mountains, the year is 1830... or 1840, I cannot remember as I rarely get any visitors except for people who wants to buy fur and meat from me. I have lived her since 1825, I should be thirty or thirty two by now.

It was a dark summer evening and I was moving through the forest with my german shepperd Rox, he always caught something with that keen nose of his. With my rifle in hand I move through the bushes and leaves until Rox leads me to the river, looking around I spot a nice looking moose cow, it would feed me for weeks, and the rest of the meat will be sold to the local towns, they come up here once every month for meat and furs.

Aiming my weapon at the big creature's head I take careful timing until I let out a shoot and she falls to the ground with a loud thud, she would be hard to get back but I was strong, standing at a 7'3" height, muscular built, pale skin, thick short cut beard and bald head, I looked more like a bear then a man some would say. Moving over to the dead moose I lift it up over my left shoulder when I suddenly hear Rox howling out, he had found something, with my heavy cargo I moved towards the river and blinked as I saw Rox leap into the water and swim towards something drifting down from the river.

Then I saw Rox swim back with it, and saw that it was an indian woman, she was out cold, but was breathing from what Isaw of the rising over her chest, which were the biggest pairs of tits I've ever seen, they were easily as big as her head, her simple clothe top clinging to them liek a second skin, revealing her dark nipples, hard fro mthe cold, poking out like a pair of teats, her loincloth covered her far better ,she might as well have gone topless.

Lifting her up over my other shoulder from the water I carry her towards my house, Rox leading the way as he knew the way even better I did. Soon enough I was home, the moose lying on a big table in my butcher shop, and the young native woman getting some warmth, I had to undress her or she would have gotten a cold or a flu, deadly in these times as I have no real medicines. I had to admit that I took some pleasure in rubbing her breasts with my big hands, making the wet and cold orbs regain soem heat, as to make sure she regained her warmth, she hadm oaned and twisted beneath my rubbing but not awakened, I then pulled a thick bear fur over her as she laid there on my bed, and I put a light fire on, it was getting colder now that the night was creeping in.

I open my eyes to find myself on a strange room, shivering as I notice that I'm naked. Pulling the thick fur that was covering me closer to my body, I try to make sense of what had happened. Sitting there, on that strange bed, I remember washing clothing by the river. I remember the short skirt that managed to slip from my grasp, and me going after it. I remember the sudden rushing of water, my realization of my mistake, the burn in my muscles as I try to fight the current... then nothing.

I look down at myself to make sure that I'm not hurt. I'm small for my eighteen summers, about 5'2'', with large breasts and hips that were considered good for giving birth, or so I've been told by our medicine woman. My skin is a rich brown, the color of the soft, damp earth we use to make our best vases, with long, black hair that falls straight to the back of my knees. My name is Yoki, named so because of the unusual grey color of my eyes, which reminded my father of the sky before the rain which I was called from.

Looking closer now, I see a man standing close to the fire and quickly shy away under the covers, wondering what had happened while I was resting.

Looking at the girl I smile as she has woken up, my cock finally calm after going out and jacking off to the feeling of those glorious tits in my hands, and coughed a bit as I stood up, a bowl of moose stew in hand, a big cauldron of boiling stew over the fire place. "Here ye go miss, ye must be hungry and cold, this will warm ye up, be careful though, it's hot." I am not surei f she understood me but it matters little as she took the bowl of stew and drank it slowly, careful to not burn her pretty lips.

Whistling sharply a loud bark is heard and Rox comes into the room, his tail wagging happily, and I throw him a piece of moose meat, and he chews into it eagerly and pet his thick neck as I speak to her. "Ye have my good friend Rox here to thank for saving yer life, if he hadn't found ye in the river and pulled ye out ye would have drowned or slowly frozen to death." I stated with a praising voice and my german shepperd ate his mean while enjoying the scratching on his neck.

"Now then miss, I am not sure how long you drifted, but there are no indians near here for at least a week's riding, and I have no horses." Petting rox on the head as he finished his meal I take a bottle of fresh goat milk and offers it to her to wash down the stew, though I doubt she needs more mil kwith breasts like those. "So until someone comes looking for ye, I will allow ye to stay here, helping me out with some chores and keep a watch on the house while I hunt, just be sure to tell me if ye leave the house, there's a lot of wild animals in these woods. And stay out of sight of other white men not all of my fellow white men have the same gentleman side as me, most of them would probably have raped ye while ye were still lying freezing in the river."

I watch closely as the man that was close to the fireplace comes closer. A pale face. I've heard of them. Stories of them had reached our village countless times: Of them destroying whole villages, taking children as their slaves, raping women, killing warriors with their magic sticks that spit fire, making the wind scream in agony. Yet here I was, seemingly untouched, save for being naked. What was he planning to do with me? Was he waiting for me to trust him before he stabbed me in the back?

Taking the offered food and, knowing I had no choice or I would go hungry, I carefully started eating, hoping he hadn't slipped anything in it. Quietly, I watch as he called a small animal, resembling a fawn in height and a bear in shagginess, and petted him, saying something in his weird, pale face language. By the tone of his voice, though, I assume he did a good thing. Hesitating, I grab the offered milk and take a small drink, quickly returning it. After he finished talking, I frown a little to show that I don't understand his words, hoping he knows at least a little of my language.

Scratching my bearded chin I ponder for a moment before I cough to clear my throat and spoke up to her in broken indian language, I sold furs and meat to the local tribes time to time when their own hunters didn't have any good luck in their hunts, so I knew a bit of their language, though I must admit that I was much better in english. "My, dog, saved, you, from, river, Rox, is, dog's, name, if, he, no ,see, you, in, river, then, I, would, not, have, been, able, to, save, you. There, be, no, tribe, for, seven, suns, travel, at, least, and, I, have, no, horse. You, can, stay, here, until, someone, come, to, find, you. You, can, help, me, keep, house, safe, while, I, hunt, and, do, some, chores. Be, sure, to, keep, out, of, sight, if, other, white, men, come, not, all, be, friend, like, me, most, would, have, raped, you, while you, still, were, in, river." Rubbing at my throat from the roughness of speaking the tongue I cough a little before petting Rox, who woofed happily and laid down next to the bed, I then motion for her clothes drying by the fire and spoke up. "Clothe, be, cold, and, wet, not, good, for, body, to, wear, I, will, make, warm, fur, for, you, to, wear, until, clothes, dry." Standing up I walk to the butcher shop and retrieve the fur of the moose I had butchered and with a sharp knife, sicors, thread and needle, I made a fur coat with mose hoove buttons, six of them, as I didn't know her measurements I made it as close as I could, though I was sure the thign wouldn't fit her completely, her bossom would most likely be pressed and showing a big deal of cleavage, though I wouldn't mind.

After about an hour I returned to the room and put the newly made clothe onto a chair by the bed and petted the young woman's hand before taking the empty bowls, motioning for the cauldron, wondering if she wanted some more food and/or milk.

I was surprised as he started speaking broken Hopi, his words making my eyes open a little wider in horror and amazement. Even as I watched him leave, apparently to make clothes for me, I stretched a hand towards the animal that had saved me, petting his head lightly as I waited. By the time the pale man returned, the... dog, was it?... was laying beside me on the bed, its head on my lap as I scratched behind his ears.

Declining the offer for more food, she realized she didn't know any way of calling him except for 'pale face'. Giving Rox a last pat, she got up the bed and hesitated before leaving the covers on the bed, knowing he had already seen her naked. Grabbing the ned clothing, she started slipping it on as she sad "I, Yoki... you?"

Trying to keep my eyes off her beautiful body as she dressed herself I pat a hand on my chest and spoke up with a smile. "I, Be, Hank, Stonemountain. Now, you, should, rest, in, bed, you, were, near, to, drown, and, near, cold, death. It, too, early, for, you, to, get, up." As she finished dressing I gently took her back to bed and put her down beneath the cover, her skin ice cold to the touch still, she would need a good deal of warm food and bed rest before she could be walking around.

Petting Rox as he leaped up onto the bed and curled down by her feet, giving them extra heat, I leave the room, taking the cauldron of stew with me, I will put some into a box for warming later, while the rest would become food for Rox. Finishing with the preparation of the stew and cleaning the cauldron I took some spare time to do some work with the skull of the moose, I loved making decorations out of bones, fangs, claws and other animal parts, it was something i had learned from an indian, a way to appease the spirits for protectio nand good hunting.

Carving the skull with some symbols, a metal ring through the nostrils and some metal threads to keep the skull from breaking, I nailed it to my front door, it would make an excellent doorknob. I noticed that the sun was setting and decided to take a piece of wood, sit down by my fire place, carving a figure of Rox and his mate Reina, who was with puppies and resting in the big basket in the kitchen. Taking a big piece of oak and my carving knife I sat down on the soft fur lined chair I had made myself from sheep wool, wolf fur and red wood, and started my carving of my two german shepperds.

I blush, feeling his eyes on me as I dress. Hank... sounded like a nice name. I frown at the rest of his words. 'Near death'? I didn't feel all that bad. Regardless, I noticed just how cold I was when he touched my skin to lead me to bed again, his hand almost scorching its imprint on my dark skin. Feeling the small bear-like creature lay at my feet, I try to rest but cannot. By the time Hank comes back, I'm sitting on the bed, the fur wrapped around me as I pet Rox, watching him quietly as he works.

Some minutes later, I get up, curious at the two small figures on his hands, kneeling carefully beside him as I study them. I frown, noticing one is definitely Rox, but the other, as similar as it looks, is not him. Petting the dog, I look up at him "Hank? That not Rox. Too slim."

I smiled at her and held up the carved figure of Reina and spoke up in my broken dialect. "This, be, Reina, Rox's, mate, she, with, pups, she, is, in, food, room." Finishing my words I put the finished carved figures into her smaller hands and then begin to carve a second figure into a piece of red wood, my mind wandered and I began to carve the beautiful indian girl in front of me, her beautiful body, wearing the dress I had made her, a light smile on her face, it was like a masterful sculpture, her pretty smile fitting perfectly into the wooden figure's round face.

I nod at his words. So there was another hound? Maybe she would go see her and her pups later. She was surprised when he placed the carvings on her hands and, curiously, she examined them with attentive eyes and careful fingers, following the lines his knife had dug on the wood. By the time she was done looking at both figures in her hands, he had started another, this one decidedly human and female. She watched him work quietly some more before asking "Hank's mate?"

I fought off a blush, she mustn't had realized it was her I was carving, so I just decided to chuckle and finished a final trace on the smoothed down hair, and held it out for her. "Not, Mate, looks, you, see, who, it, be, as, she, is, a, very, pretty, woman, and, those, are, few." I watched her as she looked at the figure and then laughed as she blushed when she realized it was her I had carved, patting her on the shoulder I go off to the kitchen and prepare a cup of green herbal tea, I planted my own tea plants in the house as to nto buy the expensive leaves in the market. Stirring the leaves into the two cups, adding some honey and milk to the mixture, I took some cookies from a jar on the table and entered the room, and offered her the cup of tea, it would make sure she didn't get a cold, placing the plate of cookies on the small table and took the fur blanket off the bed and warped it around her so she wouldn't freeze before sitting down with my own cup.

I listened to his words as I carefully took the beautiful carving in my hands, turning it slowly, noticing the soft curves and remembering the way he had concentrated on making this delicate piece. And then, the similarities hit me and I blushed. I barely felt the pat on my shoulder as my mind repeated his words to me, making me blush deeper.

My fingers kept tracing the carving as he returned, my hand carefully taking the small cup he offered, looking curiously at its contents. It looked like milk mixed with dirty water, yet smelled pleasant, like a meadow in the middle of spring. Feeling the brush of fur along my shoulders, I look up to find him sitting with a cup of his own, having slipped the furs around my shoulders, making me blush again at his apparent concern for my health.

Carefully placing the carvings that were in my hands and lap on the small table, I pull my long hair from under the fur so its not stuck there, feeling it pool around me. With a last look at him, I bring the cup to my lips and gently take a sip, marveling at the sweet flavor. Smiling at him to show that I liked it, I turn my gaze to the table and frown, looking at the strange food there. Deciding against trying those for now, I place both hands on the cup so they warm up and watch Hank quietly.

"Good, you, are, getting, better, but, you, still, be, weak, and, cold, need, rest, it, be, late, now, get, sleep." I stated kindly as she finidhed her cup of tea and carefully helped her stand up from the chair and took her to the bed and tucked her in, Rox laid by her feet and I petted his head and handed him a bone to chew on, he was good enough to keep the bed clean, of that I was certain.

"If, you, need, anything, Hank, be, in, room, upstairs." Patting her head I stand up and walk out of the room, making sure to cheek the fireplace, the flames would not last the night but there would be enough heat from the remains to last the night, but to be certain I added one more log to the flames before walking out of the room and went upstairs, after checking all the locks of course, getting out of my stuffy leather clothes and went into bed, dressed in a pair of underpants, comfortable for this time of the year.

I listened to his words and quickly finished this 'tea' before allowing myself to get led to the bed, still curious at this man's tenderness when he touched me. It was both a surprise and a relief when I quickly fell asleep, only a minute after my body rested on the bed, feeling his warm hand pat my head.

I woke with the sun, as was usual. Sitting quietly on the bed, I ran my fingers through my long hair and patted Rox before slipping off, curious as to what the rest of the place looked like. Holding the furs closed around me, I silently made my way towards the door, fingers stopping to lightly travel along the carved figures left on the table the night before.

There were many things I saw that I didn't understand. A wooden instrument that looked like the ceremonial pipe our shaman used for rituals; an instrument that was clear as water, filled with sand that fell never ending. They intrigued me but I daren't touch them. A sound drew me to what was the kitchen and I carefully sat and marveled at what I saw. The female version of Rox, Reina I remembered Hank calling her, laid curled around six bundles of fur that kept wiggling around, making the soft sounds that had drawn me there. Remembering Hank's warning to not go outside, I sighed and settled to watch them, Rox joining me after a few minutes and settling his head on my lap as my fingers stroked behind his ears, my long hair puddled around me.

I woke up the next morning early, collecting the eggs from the hens, milking the goats and checking my plants in my indoor garden, it was a nice thing that indoor plants could still give fruit and vegetables if given the proper treatment and warmth, wonder why nobody has discovered this before.

Finishing with my morning chores I enter the kitchen and see Yoki sitting by the doorway, watching the newborn pups miling their mother and I chuckled. "You, can, enter, kitchen, just, not, leave, house, want, to, see, the, pups?" I asked kindly while gently helping her weak body stand up and lead her over to where Reina laid, the german shepherd looked up from her rest and wagged her tail at the sight of me and Nox, though she looekd a little untrusting on Yoki, but once i had Yoki hold out her hand the bitch calmed down and laid down.

One of the puppies had finished its meal and I gently lifted it up, it was a young girl, nearly black in fur color with onyl some hints of white and brown. Holding the little sausage sized bundle to yoki to hold I smile as she holds the little dog. Then the little pup wiggled a bit, licking her neck and the young indian girl sqealed i nsurprise when the little bundle of fur slipped between her cleavage, oh I just had to laugh as she tried to get the puppy out from her dress, though she seemed to bit her lisp a bit, apparently the puppy had latched onto one of her nipples, but I didn't know this. Once she got the puppy out I chuckled and patted the little furballäs head. "Do, you, want, to, name, her?"

His voice startled me and I looked up at him and nodded, holding on to his strong arms as he helped me move. I was a bit unsure as to how close I was now, wondering if Reina was as trusting with her pups as deer were, but was quickly reassured when she allowed me to pet her. I was surprised when Hank handed me one of the pups, my eyes opening wide in wonder as I gently held her to my chest and neck. I was so distracted with the softness of her furr and the way her little heartbeat hummed against my dark skin, that I was startled again when she started licking my neck, a soft sound leaving my lips as my hold on her loosened, making her slip between my breasts. Chuckling a little at this, I tried to get her gently out of my dress, hoping my tits wouldn't choke her to death and had to bite my lip when I realized she had started suckling on my big teat.

Once out, I carefully held her in my hands as I nodded at Hank's question then frowned, looking around at the other puppies. She seemed to be the smallest of them all. Settling on a name, I pressed my nose lightly against her wet, cold one and said "Ayasha... Little one."

"Good, Name, You, Can, Keep, Her, Once, She, Old, Enough." I said kindly while rubbing her fur covered shoulder, Ayasha licking her nose happily before yoki returned the dog to the mother, she still needed to be cared for by her mother. I then stood up and helped Yoki stand and had her sit by the kitchen table before preparing breakfast, putting a fire in the stove, taking out fresh goat milk, frying eggs, bacon, ham and making some toasts. And soo na big breakfast was on the table, along with two big glasses of goat milk. "You, Are, Still, Weak, From, Cold, But, You, Can, Walk, Anything, You, Wish, To, Do, For, The, day?" I asked as I ate my breakfast, trying to keep my eyes off her impressive cleavage as she had pulled down the furs as to get her arms free to eat, showed her how to use knife and fork as she was not used to such tools.

I looked at him in surprise before a smile of gratitude flourished on my lips, soft laughs leaving me as Ayasha tickled my nose before I returned her to her mother and was helped to a chair. Quietly, I watched as Hank cooked breakfast, marveling at what he called bacon and eggs especially, since I had never had those before.

Shrugging out of the furs and feeling them pool at my waist, I watched and listened closely as he explained and demonstrated how to use these weird instruments that were as sturdy as rock, yet clear as water. A 'fork', he called one, the other a 'knife'. I frowned at that. The knives I knew were made out of bone or rock, shaped over many hours and sharpened against sturdy rocks.

His words reached my ears as we settled to eat, the previously unknown flavors already ranking high in my mind. Lifting my eyes to his, I blushed as I noticed where his gaze was directed, my mind confused. That was a way only interested men looked at me... could he be? Pushing that thought away, I drank a little of the milk and responded tentatively "Walk outside?"

I scratched my beard before I slowly nodded slowly before speaking. "Only, For, Short, Moment, Still, Sick, Wear, Furs." After we finished eating I helped her warp the thick furs around her shoulders, accidentially brushing the back of my hand andf fingers against her cleavage but I managed to keep myself focused, though I felt a hard on growing. I then had Rox come and held out a bone for him and he happily wagged his tail before I opened the door and threw it out, he ran woofing through the snow covered ground and soon got the bone, though he had to struggled ito ut of the grip from a pair of roots.

I took Yoki out to the treace of my house and helped her sit down on the hammock I had hung up, I used it to cool down milk, beer and the likes during winter, but sometimes it worked nicely to sit on. But I knew that Yoki couldn't sit on the Hamock as she didn't know how to it correctly, so I sat down on the fur and leather made hammock and lifted her up on my lap, realizing too late that I had a hard on, but hoped that she didn't notice because of the thick furs she was wearing. To keep myself from getting an even bigger hard on from feeling her body on ym lap I pointed at different things in the forest, animals and the like, as to teach her enclgish. Meanwhile rox happily came back with his bone and began to gnaw on it in front of us. "Hare, Tree, Deer, House, Snow, Rock," I kept it up for a while until I decided to be a little play ful and jabbed my thumb into my chest. "Hank."

I grinned, happy that he had said yes. I was never one to stay indoors, prefering to go explore rain or snow. The unexpected brush of his hand on my chest made my eyes flutter, biting my lower lip as the soft brush of skin against skin made a shiver run down my spine and a tingle between my legs start. Still feeling confused at those feelings, I followed him outside, eyes opening wide as he grabbed me by the hips and sat me on his lap where I felt a tell tale poke against me.

Following his lead as he ignored it, I settled comfortably against him as I clumsily repeated his words, quickly learning most of the words. A laugh left my lips at the playful tone of his voice as he pointed at himself and I mock frowned, feigning not understanding as I pointed at his chest, doing my best not to laugh even as I felt the smile tug at my lips "Hank? What is Hank?"

I chuckled and playfully winked at her while hugging her by her waist against my chest and talked with an almost purring voice. "Hank, Is, Me." It came as a shock to me after I said that, I wasn't normally this forward, there was something about this woman that drove me to her, not sure what. My cock had harened more and she could without a doubt feel it against her nice bum and I try to ignore it, though I find my face heating u pa little as I realize her breasts are pressed against my chest and her face is almost touching mine.

Dear God if she even as much as rub against me I am not sure if I am able to handle myself, but she is sick! I shouldn'y consider it as she is still weak, well... maybe after she recov- Nonononon! Bad Hank, bad Hank, no thinkign dirty about the sick indian woman, whose pretty face and perfect body is pressed agaisnt you... Argh! I did it again. Man I am feeling at a loose here.

I was surprised once again as the hands around my waist pulled me closer, the nipples that had hardened the minute I stepped outside from the cold pressing against his warm chest as our breath mingled together in the small space between out faces. I blushed deeper at his words and the low tone of his voice, the purr rumbling along his chest and teasing mine where it pressed against his.

"Hank" I agreed in a slightly shy and breathless voice as I pressed a hand gently to his chest before I tensed and stood very still. My eyes closed as I concentrated on what I could barely hear. Snow crunching... It sounded like horses, either wild ones or... men coming towards us. Opening my eyes to look at him worriedly, I bit my lip, hoping it was just wild horses. "Someone close" I said in a soft voice, wondering for the first time if Hank would be in danger for having me there.

Frowning I gently lift up the pretty indian off my lap and put her down on the hammock and makes the furs cover her head to toe and makes a hush motion with my lips before I move into my hut and get one of my weapons, the shotgun would fit well. And with it strapped over my shoulder I exit the house and frowns when I see a pair of cowboys, I do not recognize them personally but I know those horses, belongs to a high up business man who handles raising cattle and breeding horses, he often sends men to buy meat and furs from me, but it normally is Chuck and Billy.

"Are you Mr. Frankson's men? I recognize the horses but nto the riders." I stated with a raised eyebrow and one of the cowboys nodded while leaping off his horse. "Yes, we're the new guys, got hired to replace some that left for work at some nearby farm or something. Name's Tody and the big guy over then is Bull, he's not all that bright but he's strong. Mr. Frankson wanted some furs for the winter, no need for meat."

"Alright, stay where you are though, new guys or not, I will not have people wandering about my property, Rox!" The big hound looked up. "Keep an eye on them and make sure they do not stray somewhere they shouldn't." The man looked a bit bristled and frowned at me and I glared at him. "Don't think any smart mouth ideas punk, Rox here fight bears alone, your little six shooter won't hit him, and there are many predators in my woods, so you better keep your manners or your blood will attract them if you are riding back injured, or worse."

The man paled at my words and looked at my big dog, who growled menacing from his spot by the trace, in fear while I went towards the butchery. After five minutes I had gathered one thick bear four, six wild boar furs and three wolf furs. Returning I see the man on his horse again, looking a bit paler, probably tried to move towards the terrace and got a bark from Rox. "Here's the furs, ten as it normally goes. Payment up front, as my policy goes, if he cannot pay now, then he have to get his things somewhere else."

The man frowned at me, but being pale as a ghost didn't look more then a frightened kid trying to look tough, he threw a sack of money and a large bag of supplies, ah good ole Frankson always brought me fine winter's wares, wonder if he added some of his wife's gingerbread cookies? The two riders went off, but I know that punk's type, they are rotten rats, he would cause trouble, I knew it.

Taking my payment I pet Rox who let out a happy bark before I went to the fur covered hammock and pressed my hand against the bundle, rubbing what I assumed was Yoki's back. "They, Gone, Now." I was unknowingly rubbing her breasts with my palm, but the thick furs covering her didn't make it easy to feel it.

I bit my lip and laid on the hammock, watching as Hank covered me. Quietly and, without moving much even though I was shivering with cold, I watched the exchange as I wondered what the men would've done if they knew I was with Hank. Once they were gone I was about to sit on the hammock when Hank's hands started rubbing over my chest, the touch teasing my nipples even through the thick furs I wore. Blushing, I pulled the covers off my face and watched him, wondering if he knew what he was doing as I pressed my legs together, feeling tingles of pleasure running through my body.

I had an urge to ask him if he would get in trouble for helping me but, instead, i opted for carefully standing up, allowing him to see where he had been touching as the furs slipped a little from my body. Looking at the hammock then at him, I asked in a slightly breathless voice, a blush on my cheeks as I still felt the pleasure his hands had brought me "Going to sit again?"

I kept my eyes on the forest, not looking ather as she stood up, and removed my hand after she was up straight, not noticing I had been rubbing her impressive bossom, and spoke up. "No, it, not, be, safe, them, men, be, bad, them, sure, to, cause, trouble." Standing up I lift her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style back into the house, the furs still on her body, the box of supplies had I already put in the kitchen, so I carried her to her bed and laid her down and petted her head.

"No, going, out, more, today, need, rest, to, recover, sleep, now." I then left the cute indian girl in the room and left for the new supplies, taking up the different wares I put them in the correct places, and then discovered a cast of six bottles of whiskey and a big jar of cookies. "Wonderful! I haven't had a decent drink in five years, that rum gets boring after a while." Taking a glass of one of the whiskey bottles I nibble on some of the cookies, I would have to set up traps around the house, no half assed moron with a gun is going to think he can mess with me.