He built a small hut under which all six crowded into at night to sleep.Ben, 40 years old was tall, slender, and soft-spoken. He had recovered from hi...s coral wound and he and Douglas were the gatherers of food and cooks for the group. Douglas was the only one with shoes; he walked several hundred yards to the center of the island every day and gathered plantains, dug taro roots, and knocked breadfruit out of trees. Ben sometimes accompanied him, but his main job was to cook. Lacking any. "It started 'normal'," John said, "but as time went on, I felt youlosing interest. Things didn't change... get better... get different."A tear started to form in Cathleen's eye.John went on... "One day, I was looking through old photos... collegestuff. And I noticed all the pictures of you and..." Cindy," Cathleen said immediately - not really even thinking."Cindy," John said. "And it all came together for me. But I didn'tknow what to do."Minutes passed again as the 2 just starred at each. It was a pool of liquid that glistened dully in the muted light of the hallway. He raised a foot, swiped a small amount and sniffed the coppery solution. Blood! He pushed the door open, his hackles rising uncomfortably as he surveyed a blood-ridden bed that dripped onto the parquet floor and pooled under the door. For the first time in his life, Pieter felt the cold hand of fear wrap its determined grip around his heart, freezing the breath in his throat and rendering his skin numb. All Pieter. I stayed out of her way for the next hour or so, standing at the bar or playing darts with the old guys in the pub. Whenever I went back to the table to get my smokes Debbie would act up. At one point I saw her rubbing the cocks of the two guys either side of her through their jeans, and following me around with her eyes as she did it.As the night wore on a few had had too many and called it a night leaving about 7 of us including Debbie and one other girl who's name I don't remember. I was.