It was over an hour and a half later that we got the last of the boxes finished, I went to the window to see that the wind had died down but the rain ...was still coming down in droves. Damn I heard him say behind me, shirts done but the pants are still really wet, you mind waiting a little longer? he asked. Naw I replied, got nowhere to go, no where to be for now. Really he replied, I guess we could play cards or something if there was more light. Heck he said, if it gets any darker here. I scanned the sky overhead. The wispy streaks of morning clouds had given way to a high hazy overcast. Tops of advancing clouds were beginning to appear on the western horizon. The minuscule amount of weather lore I still remembered from my days as a Tenderfoot Scout told me high thin clouds and Mare's tails were telltale signs of approaching storm systems and usually signaled that a weather front was moving in.We left base around nine and had been on the trail for almost four hours. It's a. I kept driving the blade into the hog till it stopped moving.I collapsed back, surprisingly just a foot from the bank in a couple of inches of water. I was soaked and covered in blood.I tried to push the hog away from me and my leg moved with it. Looking down I noticed two very important things. The hog had one of its tusks imbedded through the knife sheath. Though more importantly, I was bleeding heavily from the front and outside of my left leg. There were two gashes in my jeans that the. He certainly wasn’t coming out of them anytime soon.All sorts of scenarios went through my mind with the guys that led me away. I imagined the lead guy sitting on the edge of the sofa and presenting his cock to me while his mate fucked me from behind. That, I thought, would be how Gina liked it.I was disappointed that he never did that. Instead he sat down on the sofa and guided me onto his cock. I straddled him just like Gina had straddled my husband. I glanced over to Gina and Robert once.