Who are you and why are you here?”. “I want to do her at least twice before the sun goes down and we have to take her back and dump her.”
“Yeah, good plan,” agreed the other one. Sex I think this guy is OK.”
The other man, slight of build and also balding with a grey trimmed beard, picked up on this. “What’s your name?” he asked. Nor is it about going backstage at a theatrical performance of a highly sexual play, although elements of such drama are in this story. “Are you in?” he asked shortly with a direct stare. Can we trust this guy? Into the clearing came two men carrying between them a canvas litter like the ones used for wilderness rescue when someone has broken a leg and needs to be carried out to safety. Harold on the other side of the fence scuffed the ground with his toe and said, “We’ve had to do it before, but it’s no fun.” Looking at me, he said, “If you really want to do dirty stuff in the woods, show us. “A snoop,” said Bill shortly and waved the gun barrel at me, indicating I was to get up and go toward the fence where the others waited.
