In fact, she seemed to recall Gary downing an equally large amount of alcohol last night, too. Despite her intention to head back to the hostel after ...the peep show behind the club, she had been persuaded to join an exploratory foray deeper into the red-light district. Alicia's exploits had paled into insignificance with what followed.Gary plonked yet another round of drinks on the small table in their secluded corner of the seedy dive he'd taken them to. "Drink up," he urged cheerfully. "I've. When I creamed my panties, I was thinking of your cock up my ass. If I thought that I could get away with it, I would bend over for you right here and now, so you could butt-fuck me in front of everyone. I do have a nice ass, don't I?" Rosa encouraged me."A very fine ass, actually," her cousin Flora butted into our conversation at last."What she said," I told Rosa, "you have a truly terrific ass." Hey, don't let us stop you. I'm not gonna gripe about watching you ram that sweet Mexican booty of. There is something bad going on and I think we need to get back to the Duck now."We nodded and turned the dune buggy around. David went on the radio and said, "Look for skeletons and be prepared to talk about it later. Everyone, this is David. Return to base now. If you have anything on why people are missing, bring it with you."It was half an hour before the last couple drove up. David had all the vehicles shackled in Duck. We met in the terminal. He said, "Listen up! Did anyone find any. Slowly, cautiously, Patrick moved each of his limbs. He ached from a multitude of bruises, but nothing felt broken. Using all the strength he possessed he pushed one arm free of the rubble of rocks. One at a time he began tossing rocks from around his body off the cliff face. Arms sore and head pounding, mid morning came and went before he was finally able to twist his lower legs around and sit up on his buttocks.Patrick emerged from his sanctuary dragging his shotgun with him and wondering how.