She was standing up and his strong hands held her suspended in the air.“Tom, open the window!” he ordered. “The child, here, has to piss, but we...don’t want to let her watering the floor, do we?”“Not, of course, Nick! You’re right!” and he jumped from the bed, reaching the window.Both the guys had had the same idea; they knew that Scott was still watching and they wanted to tease him with the sight of his mother performing another dirty act in front of him. “What. . . what are you doing.. We crawled along at a steady but slow pace, finally reaching Tara’s wrecked car, which is where our whole nightmare had begun. I stopped the Jeep I had stolen from Zeke so we could retrieve Tara’s purse and luggage, along with my duffle bag from my truck, all of which had been left behind when Zeke and Merle had kidnapped us. Tara was silent and expressionless the whole time. When we had gotten back in the Jeep and resumed our slow progress toward home, she broke the silence. “I killed a man,. "Not that he cares."Nate bit his tongue and inhaled. It was going to be a long two weeks if he was going to have to listen to her complain about his dad the whole damn time. He looked around the boat; a couple of the other passengers, all of them couples or single women his mother's age, were tucking phones away in purses or suitcases. At nineteen, he was almost definitely the youngest occupant of the boat. The ferry's pilot was at least three times his age, a greying sinewy hippie of a woman. She thought it was fun and that they were cute as they moved their hard little shafts inside her. Every night she felt many little spurts before the counselor told her how much he enjoyed putting his in last, feeling what the others had left there.That happened every day except Sunday when she read the Bible and he was the only one to separate her knees. What she didn’t know was that the campers who stayed over for another week filled in the newcomers about what was available in their cabin.As.