That was a good idea, but when I found Victor’s stash of homemade porn CDs under a loose board in the smaller bedroom I decided to take them all and... let Victor guess who took them. There were about 15 CDs with different women’s names. Thank God one of the CDs was labeled Karen Franklin. There was nothing else I need in this stomach-churning dump. I left thru the back door being sure to lock it.The foray into Victor’s den of iniquity only took a few hours, so I decided to go home and touch base. It sounded far away but was different than the vehicles. I was tempted to climb down and go look when I heard something below us. The ten man patrol was not quiet as they walked through the jungle and talked or cursed.They went right under us and stopped on the trail to yell at the guards by the bridge. They went into the jungle on the other side of the trail. After they left Shane whispered, "we wait for morning and then scout to the southwest."It was a long night and in the middle a second. It infuriated me. Where did the little whore get off acting like her mother to me? Well fuck that shit!I walked over and got on the bed, grabbed her panties and pulled them off of her. Looking back I honestly believe that if Sherry had done something forceful at that point I would have stopped. Had she screamed, "No daddy, no!" or at least put up some sort of resistance I would have backed off, but she didn't. She just laid there and kept her head turned away from me - another one of her. It’s funny. Terry calls me a shit magnet, but says I have a golden thumb. I am beginning to think he is right, about the shit part anyway. It is almost as if some cosmic force is directing these particular types of scumbags into my path.I am strangely okay with that.As for the boat we took, I had it surveyed, along with the whaleboats we took and the one still on board the ship. The boat was indeed designed as a deep-sea fisher, but the company that ordered the boat, and its sister, ran out of.