Ummmm. That wonderful, gentle, slow coming-back-to-reality after making love and the post-coital nap. Safe, close to someone you care about, no hurry return to the real world. What a delightful experience to remember.

Krista was close under my arm, warm and snuggling, softly snoring. I moved a bit so I could take a long look at her, now that her face was less drugged-looking. She had a gentle prettiness that was hidden by the constrictions of the medications she had been forced to take. The stress lines were relaxing a bit, leaving a softer, more feminine appearance.

I just relaxed, comfortable and happy, waiting until Krista woke up and we arose to shower together. She seemed to be closely examining my body as i looked at hers. Afterwards we cooked dinner together, laughing a bit over working at the stove naked. After dinner we scraped dishes and piled them in the sink. I spent a couple hours exploring the net, catching up on news and articles my aide had uploaded and saved; she thought them important for me to see. Krista watched over my shoulder, stopping me now and then when she was not done with a page. She was a quick reader, and seemed absorbed in world events.

After a bit, we tired of the information overload; the world seemed so grim. Appreciating the lovely seasonal evening, we took a walk through the woods, winding up near the creek and cave, sitting on a tree-log and watching the fish play in the clear water. It was a lovely time, the world a million miles away.

Dark was falling fast as we got back to the cabin. We washed the dishes and sat, talking about everything and nothing. The world would wait on us... and did, as we made love once again. Fresh air and exercise took its toll, and we drifted off to sleep.

This set a pattern for us for many days; three or four days of exploring the woods, watching some fox kits playing in a meadow and listening to the brilliant songs of nature, then a day's trip to the city to get supplies. We enjoyed the relaxed routine, no pressure, no appointments. We made love a lot, and our lovemaking changed.

I learned Krista loved to be tied up when we played together, or at least restrained. Her playful biting was worse when I didn't hold her arms at least, and biting her back didn't seem to help. I got so irritated with her, I finally pulled her over my lap and gave her a few spanks... and discovered more about who she was inside. She came hard under my hand, and fell to her knees in the depths of the passionate feelings, taking my organ into her mouth and pleasuring me well.

Soon, we started to make some plans. Getting a ground plan for the bad doctor's home area from Google, we noted the surrounding land was trees and overgrowth for nearly 500 feet in three directions, and the house was set back well over 200 from the rural road it was set on. I had a private investigator do some traffic counts on the road up and down from the house, and learned there were only about 9 cars which used the road regularly, besides mail delivery and a meat salesperson. Those two came on a regular schedule, which made our tasks easier.

The P.I. did some photo recon for us too, using long lenses from the woods around the house. The adult children were obviously still in school, and Mom's activities were few and regular. I took copious notes, and we began to get the threads of their lives woven into some clear patterns.