” His hand caressed my thigh whilst the other surrounded me and pulled my hair over my back.“I could eat a horse dad, all that walking and excit...ment’s given me a real appetite, shall I make something?”“No, I’ve got it sorted, whilst you were asleep, I ordered an Indian, it should be here any minute.”“Oo thanks dad, I just fancy an Indian, I hope you ordered a lot.” I brought my hand up to his face and kissed his chin. “I really love you dad, you do know that don’t you?”“Oh I think so. They walked on the dirt until the blacktopped main drag, and then more dirt to Tiffany's place. With her mother out working, Tiffany had invited every fourteen and fifteen year old kid within a hundred miles, or so it seemed. Tiff knew that as long as she kept drugs out of the house, her parents had no objection to beer. Don't be shocked; none of those kids had driver's licenses, and the driveway was empty.Anyway, a good time there was had by all. Which means in English that without her mother. Your hands feel clammy and you use them to push you up to a standing position, which only causes more sand to stick to your palms, bounded by the combined sweat and moisture from the air. You try looking for any signs of human activity such as smoke but there was none in sight.Still dazed and confused as to how you got on an island, you stagger towards the entrance of the dense jungle. You are trembling like a leaf and both your head and heart is pounding wildly as you hear the screams of. "Really in heat, eh, girl?" she called out.Margie opened her eyes and giggled. "Aren't these guys the handsomest men you ever laid eyes on, Ellie?" Laid being the operative word," Donny said, tossing the words over his right shoulder."Right on," Richie said agreeably."So ... are Manny and Paula waiting for us at your place?' Margie asked Donny."No, but they'll be by in a while," he answered.Mrs. Jones, back on the road, pushed the speed limit as she sought to catch up with her daughter and her.