"I need a party after what happened to poorTerry Farquarson several weeks ago. When do we start with all of thefestivities?" Now!" she said as she h...anded me a cup of ale, which I promptly guzzleddown just as a huntress in brown leather strode into the camp. Ablonde, this powerful woman wore the hide of some sort and wielded anawesome spear with a black crystal point. The huntress placed severalvicious looking beasties on the ground, all with mortal spear wounds intheir flanks, and proceeded. That was Harrison – the eternal optimist – the guy life had kicked in the teeth more than once. She knew he kept it up for Jenny and for her, but she had seen the pain in those unguarded moments. She often wondered how he held it together. Harrison had joined the Army National Guard when he graduated from high school and about the time he turned twenty-one he was commissioned a lieutenant. He was so proud of the crossed rifles he wore, designating him an infantry officer.Natalie moved around. There were a few cars parked up, and seeing as it was half past eleven at night I thought it safe to assume they weren’t having a stroll in the woods or walking their dogs.I parked up and wandered down the track away to where I’d found the mags before. Sure enough there was a car there, with it’s interior lights on and inside was a woman, with one leg out of the window and another on the dash. She was fucking her self with a dildo. Outside stood three blokes, all wanking as they watched and. He walked out. Kon was on the bed looking at ESPN. He was smoking a blunt and drinking a 40 ounce Colt 45. He sat it on the table and shouted, “Get dat ass ovah heah, bitch.” He bounded to his feet and sat the weed in the ashtray. He took another swig as he walked over to Jeremiah. He ran his left hand from the top of the punk’s head down to his back. Then, he delivered a loud smack to his slut’s plump derriere. “I like dees muh-fuckin’ panties, bitch! What yo name is?” “Jeremiah,” said the.