Once we reached the river Doug pulled the truck up to the edge of the bank. We checked to make sure everyone could swim then Doug said, "The guys will...undress on this side and you girls on the other side of the truck. The last one in is a rotten egg!"There was then a mad scramble to our respective sides of the truck. Michelle was the first one to hit the water and said in a loud voice, "Yuck! There is slime all over the bottom!"This allowed Doug and I to get in next and when we surfaced in the. Her eyes followed the wrist, dainty and feminine with dark nails and a sparkling amethyst ring, up the pale arm until… Her! She looked into her eyes and felt the air sucked out of her lungs. There was something fierce behind those eyes. Something that would hurt her.Ella smiled at her, cold and menacing.“Hi, Rachel. We’ve been expecting you.”“I---you didn’t tell me about this. I’m not really into…”Ella laughed, impressed with how wicked it sounded coming from her own throat.“You think we’re. Thank you!" What?" Roger said, finally turning around to look at thekid. What he saw made him blurt out, "Oh, man!"The boy was so obviously a boy-despite what "Mama" had him dolled up to be.He had long black, curled (and oiled) hair; his eyebrows had been pluckedand thinned (Roger really, really hated that, especially in men); eye shadow(but no mascara); rouge on the cheeks (but no powder, it seemed); and veryred lipstick. But his face!! It was too wide, too square; there was just toomuch chin.. Again, he was accompanied by a guide, a thin, grinning teenager who moved along far to cockily for Joe's comfort.Close to the village, okay, but after half a dozen kilometres he began to worry if the boy might be showing off in a rather dangerous way. He had to continuously shush the boy as he insisted on talking in overly loud whispers.It was more in resignation, then in surprise then, that he saw a blur next to him and then watched a spear pin the boy to a tree. The boy was looking at it in.