Patrick and Charley had been in the same processing group when they arrived in country, and had gone to the same company. They were, quite literally, ...he only friend each other had in that strange and frightening setting.Patrick had hunted his entire life. He was taught to shoot when he wasn’t strong enough to hold up a rifle, and had to rest it on a log. And, like most hunters, he had been required to track the game his shot didn’t kill outright. He showed an affinity for that, and eventually. Tomorrow was the big day so that night was fairly restful to conserve energy.Rachel and Sarah’s young male cousins would be joining them at the farm pond. Frederic had asked several times to hear the story of the first orgy there and would now get to experience it firsthand.The group arrived at the pond in time for the picnic lunch to find the young cousins waiting, naked and with rampant rods at the ready. Eating was first on the agenda though, so the energy would be there for the afternoon’s. "He's nothing but a big prick bastard. Who needs him?"She cupped her thrusting breasts and pinched her erect nipples."Bastard," she groaned as her pussy became wet just thinking about him.She knew beyond any doubt that she needed him and needed him badly."Shit," she swore softly.Time to get dressed, she thought. With his promised visit later in mind she rummaged her drawers and wardrobe looking for something that would please him. He didn't like thong knickers so she found a simple white bikini. General Maoauk had his army in marching formation and ready to move out by the time that King Neelam and Tsor arrived. Neelam noticed that Lord Ragnar was at the front of the army with his hand-picked and personally trained retinue. Behind the army's ranks were the support wagons and other camp followers. Neelam stopped next to Maoauk and signaled the order to move out. General Maoauk gave the order and the vanguard, led by Lord Ragnar, started forward. The field marshal in charge of the lead.