It's better to just leave them where they are."It was with quiet footsteps and muted voices that the little group went on its way, in every mind the b...tter thought that if they failed in their task, the same fate could be theirs. Or even if they succeeded, Chad thought to himself. He kept them to a steady walking pace, not wanting to overstress muscles unused to such tasks, stopping frequently along the way to adjust pack straps and rest their feet."Hey, man," Kenny spoke up as they set up camp. She leaned back and we held hands. This was soothing, therapeutic, erotic and wonderfully borderline incestuous.“God, Mom—to this day I still don’t understand why Dad left you?” I said.“We weren’t in love anymore Charles. He became a workaholic, coming home late, “working” on top of his assistant ... excuse me, with his assistant and he just stopped loving me.” She started to tear up a little. “Now, I have got my Charles, who’s won a national dancing award, every competition he’s ever entered. Er... Sammi, that is not a good idea. It may not even be possible." Sammi looked at her, fire in her eyes, then calmed down."Why is that, Becky?" Sammi asked calmly. Calmly, that is, if you ignored the jumping vein in her neck."It might be better if we talked about this in private, Samantha... Sammi," Becky corrected herself. This time she got a dirty look from Sammi."Nonsense. These are my friends. What I know, they know. Spill it, Becky, please," Sammi said politely."For the... Prophecy to. Her face was painted exactly as the mask, and most of her visage was covered by the red hood. “I’m not going to make it easy for you, Gil,” she teasingly purred in my ear. I remained silent. I didn’t recognize her. The loud music made it impossible to recognize her voice. She slowly leaned in and brought her lips close to mine. This was the part where I was supposed to try to kiss her, and she would quickly pull away when my lips were close to hers. I remained still, studying her features.