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entrance to the bar. Damon hesitated only a moment before he decided to retrieve them.
    They’d been expensive.
    He wanted to use them again.
    But by the time he’d found all three, there was no sign of Shara.
    Her shoes were discarded on the path ahead, one on its side.
    The moon had risen while they’d been in the bar, and the sky overhead was dark, flicked with stars. The gardens seemed still and secretive, filled with the bustling of small nocturnal creatures. Laughter from the main restaurant carried to his ears and he could hear the lap of the waves on the beach. The music in the bar was cranked up and people hooted as they danced.
    Damon was utterly still, listening. He put the clamps and the leash into his pocket, but heard nothing. He eased down the path and picked up her shoes. The soles were still warm from her feet, the leather exuding the scent of her skin.
    He buckled them together and hung them from his belt like a trophy. He followed the path to a fork, where he found the feather mask. He picked it up as well, then paused to consider. Both paths appeared to be empty, and neither showed any footprints. There was no sound of a woman fleeing.
    Damon could smell Shara’s wet puss with the unguent rubbed into it, her hungry snatch prepared for him and him alone.
    The left path went back to the main resort.
    The right one led to the beach.
    Damon breathed deeply, anticipated what Shara would do, and moved silently down the right path.
    The key to a successful hunt was for the hunter to understand his prey.
    * * *
    The moon was riding high when Neil returned to The Phoenix resort.
    He’d spent the day on the small island where the hunt would be conducted, secretly making his own preparations for the weekend. It was his own covert operation, designed to eliminate the competition. He’d rowed to the island before the dawn, savoring the exertion. It was far offshore from the resort and the currents were so strong the management clearly believed no one could swim the distance and no one would row it.
    Neil would have done the swimming, if he hadn’t had gear to bring along. He would have liked to have physically triumphed over the current, but that pleasure would have to wait until the hunt was done.
    He’d hidden his inflatable boat on the ocean side of the island, carrying it up the rocky shore to hide it in the undergrowth. He’d brought it with him secretly. He’d checked carefully for any sign he was being observed before taking the boat back to the water. He rowed to the resort without a light, wanting to be just another shadow in the darkness.
    On the way, he congratulated himself with the execution of his preparations.
    As he drew closer, Neil heard the music in the bars of the resort, and saw the lights in the various restaurants. He heard people laughing and talking, and spotted more than one couple on the moonlit beach. Neil had no use for such pleasures and timesinks.
    Tonight, he would meditate.
    He would sleep so he wouldn’t have to sleep all weekend.
    He would prepare himself for the mission ahead.
    It was the best way to ensure that he won.
    * * *
    “Shara!”
    Shara was on the beach when she heard her name called.
    It wasn’t Damon.
    She froze, then turned cautiously. She’d pulled up the top of the dress but hadn’t been able to fish the drawstring through the neckline. Instead, she’d passed the two shoulder seams over her head, making the bodice crisscross. Fortunately the fabric was stretchy, but it had still drawn the waist higher. There was no way to keep her puss from being almost exposed, the slit ending just millimeters from her crotch. Maybe it was the exertion or maybe it the thrill of the hunt, but her labia were pulsing, hot and wet, her clit raging for satisfaction.
    She was barefoot and holding the hem of the dress up in her hands so she could run better when she heard her name. She scanned the edge of the beach, having thought she was alone.
    A man with an easy smile