I may do it after this week. It's just been... too much." What's happening this week?" Claire asked in confusion."Nothing, nothing. Just been a bad we...k." Watch it, Anthony cautioned himself. Don't blow this, you tell her about the contest and it's all over. No winning, no million bucks, nothing.Anthony groaned as his cell phone started ringing. He reached for it and was about to flip it on when he froze."What the hell?" He looked at Claire in confusion. "Is this yours?" No, it's yours," she. Yes a few times he said,it feels good. Mr. King called out for us so we dressed and headed back to camp. Dinner was ready when we got back,so we settled down and ate.After dinner and cleaning up we laid out our sleeping bags(joeys and mine were beside each other) and dressed for bed. After joking around for a while Joey nodded off. The sounds of the outdoors was a little scary to me so I got up and went out the tent to sit by Mr. King. He was drinking a beer and watching the fire when I walked. .. your ... captors ... They didn’t have much luck trying to do to us what they seem to have done to you. They won’t be coming back ... ever.I let the finality of that sink in, and the younger one finally joined the conversation. “Good!” Her eyes burned with anger and hatred. She was going to need lots of therapy soon, to get over whatever was inflicted upon her.Rather than pretend, I agreed. “You’re right,” I said. “They got exactly what they deserved, and no one will be finding their bodies. I’ll call the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine.”She started to slow her crying. “You still love me?” she asked.“Of course, I do,” I told her, squeezing her ass. “Why would I stop loving you? I like it when you get fucked by other men. Silly.” I pulled her face up to look into mine. “It doesn’t matter that you were fucked,” I said with a smile. “I don’t like that they beat you up, but the sex is fine. Okay?”“Okay,” she said, wiping her eyes.I looked over at.