I was in the woods, stalking my prey, I knew that it could sense me. The prey has this sense of foreboding that warns them of impending danger. You could call it an extra sense or the primal instinct to survive. But I could feel it tense up as I creep inch by inch closer to it. My heart was pounding in my ear, my lips were dried and I was starting to sweat, the sheer thrill of the hunt was giving me a serious adrenalin rush. It was cold that night so very cold that the warm air I breathed out was turning to mist the moment it left my lips but The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway, peeping over a hot spring while it was ladies night could make any man get used to any inhospitable environment. The real thrill is the chase and the anticipation of the gratification. I never really was much of a fan of videos from hidden cameras and the sorts. No camera could give you the true experience of the hunt like the real thing, at most all you could perceive from such a crude imitation of sight was a fraction of the real experience.
The best way to truly savor any delicacy is through anticipation and patience, because it makes it that much more delectable.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, my fellow patriots of the divine senses. May you be happy always.
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