"Don't worry Cindy, I don't meanany harm. You will be perfectly safe with me."Yeah, I thought, I bet that's what every serial killer says."I can offer...you wine, beer, whatever spirits you would like...?" A white wine would be nice." I thought that would be safe enough."On it's way, Cindy." he said and walked over to a cupboard built intoone side of the room. He pressed a button and a door slid silently backto reveal a bar with a built in wine chiller and he pulled out a bottletogether with two. The others did the same in silence. Two crude chairs fashioned from the trees of the forest served as our dressing table. Shirts were carefully folded and placed on the seats; trousers were carefully draped over the chair backs; shoes and socks were carefully lined up under the chairs. All that was left was our underwear.“Get the camera, Alastair,” said Bill, motioning to another large backpack near the door. It was clear Alastair was the photographer in the group, and he proved it by. " You think?" Jim grinned back. "I'm not so sure myself."Ruth looked at me and rolled her eyes as Jim and Brenda got into an animated, but friendly discussion centred on whether or not a fictional female would have lasted less than or longer than ten minutes. People noticing the conversation and its topic came over to join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made comments more or less agreeing with Jim's point of view. Of course this only made Brenda dig her heels in even more to. I looked up in shock when she pulled up at the drive through of taco Bell. (My favorite place to eat) she ordered us a couple boxes and just went straight home. As we pulled in the driveway she grabs the food and walks inside without saying anything. Still unsure of what was going on I walked in and saw she had everything set up and had the TV on some romance movie and then I realized what day it was .About a year ago my uncle left her to go chase chicks with dick and she broke down and went.