The pressure of her body pushing down on her crotch reminded her that she needed now to get lost amongst the trees and touch herself desperately.Quick...y she followed the gaps between the trees until the main path was lost from view. An opening in the branches above showed just north and she headed that way. Her sex thrumming in anticipation as thoughts dirty and exciting played out in her head. The clearing wasn't unoccupied. There was a figure sat against a tree just to her left. She stopped. The beds she had disappeared into were on the front row, closest to the water. They were solid wooden structures consisting of a platform raised about 3-4 feet off the sand and large enough to hold about ten or twelve queen-sized mattresses side-by-side. The back "wall" of the structure was gauzy white linen and it was roofed by a combination of cloth and thatching. Each mattress could be separated from its neighbor by cloth curtains, but most of the time, they were pulled back to allow the. Each night, she set her clock for midnight and three o’clock…each time, waking up and eating till she couldn’t hold any more food. Midnight was usually a feast, but three was more times than not…just a snack. Her midnight eating usually had not worn off by that point, but she knew eating late at night was the best way to pack on the flab…not to mention no one knew she was eating, thus nobody would dog her out for it. She’d also learned that eating regular food at midnight…and saving her. Rey Munoz spoke into the drawn silence. "First Sergeant, I'm responsible for the fuckup, I didn't think we'd need more space than my Crown Vic's trunk. The Specialist had an easy out to have an afternoon off duty at my expense, but she would rather conduct the operation."Davis regarded the two of them with cool eyes. "Where are you setting up, Munoz?" About forty miles east of Benson." Why way out there?" It's an area we know well, and the terrain will funnel transients through a fairly narrow.