Cody didn't stop running
till he'd almost collapsed with exhaustion. Sobbing with terror, he
slowed to a walk, trying to do so as quietly as possible. Through
the trees he could see the lights of Woodend and other hamlets far
below, twinkling in the dark of the Ozzie bush. His hands were tied
with a nylon cord. All the stories he'd read as a boy had the hero
cutting his bonds with a convenient sharp edge. Now that he was tied
himself, it didn't seem so plausible. There was no sharp edge. He
slowed a bit more. His feet hurt. He wasn't used to going barefoot.
Eucalyptus twigs stuck into his soft feet. Pebbles and stones hurt
them. Still he walked through the forest. Unable to see properly
under the canopy of the massive mountain ash trees, he stumbled into
a bramble patch. The vines scraped and cut him, across his thighs
and his groin. Bitterly he contemplated how it was his cock which
had brought him to this. For a moment, he wished he were a eunuch.
His head was clearing all the time. His terror was lessening, but
now he was starting to wonder how he was going to explain this to
Phillippa. There was nothing he could say. Every lie he'd ever told
her came back to haunt him. He wanted to sit down and weep. But he
ploughed on through the forest, heading down the side of the mountain
towards the little hamlet of Mt Macedon, where he hoped there was a
public phone.
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| Trading Post, Mt Macedon |
Episodes 1 to 220 (without pictures, 10 episodes per chapter)
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