I flash forwarded it, like I was skipping through television commercials – don't ask me how, I just did.The insertion from the helicopter. We all hi...t the water. Found the bomb on the support of the oil platform. The hammerhead shark hit George. Me, dragging him around underwater while we searched the other oil rig supports. The blue light of the underwater welder. The 'discussion' with the guy in the chopper about us wasting time, checking the other supports. And finally, getting the pickup. Touching Liz was the mosterotic sensation I could imagine, and the new sensations I hadexperienced with this body magnified my desire to please her tenfold.We each fumbled a bit trying to get the other's clothes off at the sametime. There was a passion in our movements, we were like teenagers,desperate for that first experience on prom night. I stopped myaffections long enough to help her get my top off, as I was afraid thematerial would tear if she kept pulling at it like she was.As I was. “I like it rough” I whispered to his ear, and bit his shoulder.“Is that so?” Trevor looked at me, with one eyebrow up. “Bend over!”I bent over the bench, my feet on the ground, legs spread two feet, ass pointing up, waist down, my chest, face, arms resting on the bench.“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, make me scream” I demanded.Trevor grabbed my soft narrow waist with his strong calloused contractor hands, he had a strong grip.I wouldn’t be able to escape that grip even if I wanted. When I came to, Jack fed me some broth he had made up from the bear meat. He figured that it was a way for me to get even with the bear. I don't know about that, but it sure tasted good. By now, it was too late in the day to do much more, so Jack and I talked about what they were going to do with me. There was no way I could sit in a saddle, so there was a problem in getting me home. We decided that they would build a travois to carry me to a road, then Jack would stay with me while Jim rode.