I sort of liked that idea, given how our last encounter went, so I started to make sure I wouldn't score! And I didnt.“Uh oh, might want to turn the...porch light out before you go!” Mike taunted a bit.“I’m going out the back door, so I can be a bit careful if thats ok!”“Hey, as long as you make a full lap around, I don't care.”I went into the kitchen and started to unbuckle my pants and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of my shorts. Next, I pulled my shirt off and then my socks. Last, I. ‘No. It’s just–Luke, you’re a heart surgeon. A bacon butty?’ His expression cleared, his smile returning. ‘Hey, that’s not just any bacon butty, you know. The bacon’s been grilled, the fat’s been cut off and that’s a warm granary bap, fresh from the bakery downstairs on the corner.’ I gazed at the delicious-looking bread, my mouth watering at the aroma. ‘You’ve been out already?’ He nodded. ‘Ketchup?’ he asked, reaching for the bottle and offering it to me. ‘Very good for you, fantastic source. I want you to be a surprise. Like Karen, they think you're a bloke. She's already imaging what it will be like with three of us at her." She wouldn't do that. Surely." You can bet on it. More if they were there." Shit, what is she? A machine." Accommodating, I think is the word."We drove on in silence. I was trying to digest what Steve had said. I had been ganged up on and used for gratification, and I hated it. Now I would meet someone who liked it. Perhaps there was a difference. What I'd. Stumbling along ahead of him, prodded on by their captors' spears, Jewel and Lyssa looked like they were in even worse shape than he was. The sun was sinking behind the trees when at last they came to a mediumsized clearing in the forest. Looming before them in the gathering dusk he saw a rude barricade of logs interwoven with brush. Their silent captors herded them in through a gap in the fence.Inside the crude stockade was a haphazard collection of shelters, most of them of badlycured hides.