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amazing even for me. I woke with a horrible hangover, but even with the pain in my head I was still incredibly horny. I decided to go in the mine and get this over with.

      I passed through a group of mine workers on my way in. They were uniformly big men, most of whom I could walk under their straight outstretched arms and not touch my hair. No one said a word, but…we're you going Shorty…was in their eyes.

      I must have wandered around for three or four hours before I realized my hangover was gone. I was in the right place. I continually found sliced up bodies with most of their soft tissue eaten. It was a croc alright, but where was he?

      Every so often I would come across an atmosphere regulator. These things need constant adjustment. Working with them is what I went to trade school to learn. Every time I came across one I would stop to adjust it, turning my back on the corridor to do so. This was an invitation to the croc. They are huge powerful creatures, but given the chance they prefer to attack from behind. Little by little the mine’s air became fresher, but still no croc.

      I walked back to the safe room just off the entrance. The expedition leader looked up at me. “No luck?” he asked.

      “I don't know why it won't attack me. Maybe it needs to sense fear before it will attack.” This had occurred to me as I walked the tunnels. “I tried to drum up some fear, but I couldn't do it.”

      The expedition leader looked at me trying to fathom not being able to be afraid of something that can slice people in half with a single swipe of its claw. “What can we do?” he asked me.

      “I need someone for bait” I looked at the men around me. In spite of their size and the looks on their faces, the fear was thick in the room. If fear was the problem, any one of them would attract the croc like a bear to honey.

      Still fear might not be the problem. The croc might have left on its own. It's rare. Usually a croc, once it has tasted human flesh, won't leave until it has picked every body part clean and become very hungry. The body parts I saw were far from picked clean. Still the croc might have left and I would be stuck wandering around the mine with one of these huge clods for who knows how many hours. Fortunately an attractive woman chose that moment to walk in the room.

      “Should I start packing my equipment? Are we leaving?” she asked.

      “She would make the perfect bait,” I said.

      The expedition leader came back with an immediate, “Why her?” the other men in the room came back with silent relief.

      I lied. “I don't think I would get any fear at all from the men in the room. The woman here, I am certain I would get what I need out of her.”

      She was a bit smaller than most women, with shoulder length shiny brown hair curled in at the neck. She had a reasonably nice figure, but a very pretty, very intelligent face. She had the kind of face that usually belonged to a woman who enjoyed cutting men's balls off with words for the fun of watching them bounce on the floor. Still walking through the tunnels with her would be a lot more fun than walking with any of the men in the room, more practical too. I just had to be careful what I said to her and I might get out of this undamaged. If only I had a chance to have sex last night.

      “You don't have to go,” the director said solemnly. “I don't like sending you in there at all, much less as bait.”

      “Darrel, one of the men in there was the husband of my best friend. She wants his body back. If this man doesn't kill the croc, they will take our license and shut down the site. It might be years before anyone goes in there again. How can I face her if I have to tell her that her husband's body isn't coming back? If it will help kill the croc, I'll act as bait.”

      “Who do we send your body to?” Darrel asked her.

      She smiled, “I might get away, I’m pretty fast.” She headed out into the tunnel not looking back to see if I was following.

      “Wait up. I need you to stay close,” I called out as I chased her.

      She turned and looked at me. “I would think you would want your bait as far ahead of you as possible.”

      “I said bait, not sacrifice. The idea is, the creature senses your fear and attacks you. I pull you behind me, it attacks me to get at you, I kill it, and we're done.”

      “It attacks you and you kill it. That's all there is to it.”

      “Pretty much.”

      “You’re insane. I'm in here with an insane man.”

      “Listen lady... let's start over. My name is Bob Nesslun. Please call me Bob.”

      Silence

      “And you are?”

      “Dr Carroll”

      “And I call you”

      “Dr Carroll”

      “Listen Dr Carroll, I've killed better than fifty crocs, twice as many tics, and a handful of ghouls”

      “All with your bare hands I suppose.”

      “Pretty much.”

      We walked together in silence. In spite of herself, Dr Carroll stayed close. She didn't want to die. There is something about a frightened woman that usually makes you want to put your arms around her to protect her.

      My problem was that with every step she looked better to me. I wanted to put my arms around Dr Carroll, but only as a prelude to stripping her naked so I could lick her from head to toe. This has to stop I thought. I grabbed Dr Carroll and turned her around so she faced me eyeball to eyeball.

      “Listen, I really have done this many times. Killing a croc is easy for me. I won't let you get hurt. The capital city is only a couple of hours away by transport. If I kill the croc as easily as I say I can, you go there with me, let me buy you the best meal at the finest restaurant in town, and give me the chance to prove to you that I'm not such a bad guy after all.” I gave her my best smile. Dr Carroll’s face didn't budge.

      “Mr. Nesslun.”

      “Please call me Bob.”

      “Mr. Nesslun, if by some miracle you kill the croc and we both get of this alive, I want you to take me to my quarters. And after we have had sex, I will do whatever you want me to do.” Dr Carroll turned and walked away. I hurried to catch up.

      “Here, monster, monster, monster.”

      Dr Carroll turned and gave me a look that if made solid would have left no piece of me larger than a slice of bread. “Can't you take this seriously? Haven't you seen the bodies we keep passing?” she said.

      “I can't help them, they're gone. But I can kill the croc, their families can get the bodies back and the expedition can get back to work. I just need you to lighten up.”

      I love to watch the wheels turn as a beautiful woman considers a problem. Dr Carroll stood on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips.

      “I'm sorry. You're just trying to do your job and I should be trying to help. I'm just not up to joking around.”

      We walked together in silence, Dr Carroll slightly ahead. I was so glad Dr Carroll couldn't tell what I was thinking. As we walked along I tried to tear my eyes off her from time to time so I could watch for the croc. Damn, she looked good.

      I was having so much trouble keeping my hands off Dr Carroll; it was a relief when the croc charged out of a side corridor. I picked Dr Carroll up and put her behind me. This was my dance.

      The Ride started and I was just a spectator. The Croc took a swing at me, but The Ride moved my body just enough out of the way so the claw barely missed. The Ride moved my body in close and still managed to avoid the croc’s claws as my fist struck it with all my body’s strength and momentum concentrated in the one knuckle of my body’s fist that perfectly hit the croc’s rib bone. One strike to break the bone, one strike to free a sharp

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