Boats would ferry them to the island. The arrangements were made.The Group filled most of the plane but Emily’s other daughter Sandy could fill the ...ast seat if she went sans husband. That was just fine with her. The invitation couldn’t have come at a better time in her life.Emily was pregnant with Sandy at her first wedding when she was only sixteen years old. She mother-henned her first daughter and Sandy was a virgin bride. The two sisters were close and Dee’s sexual adventures stirred envy. That's when she saw Dirty Pete coming her way. Oh shit. She didn't need this. He grabbed her by the arm and led her away from the group. When Steve and the other Pete joined him she knew it would be a rough time. Pete and Steve had been the two talking together. They took her deeper into the woods away from the group. Away from Hank. When they had her alone Steve ordered,"Strip." It's too cold." We'll warm you up good, Bitch 4." They knew her name but some preferred to use this designation so. She's 13 years old, nerdy, and is both my parents and teachers' pet. I took a look at the time, 9:30pm. I headed to the washroom, where I can hear giggling coming from the living room. I walked to the living room where I see my sister with her 3 "girlfriends forever" or whatever they call it. All I see is them laughing in their Pajamas and sleeping bags. My sister's friend is throwing duck tape in the air. They scream so loud when they see me."I'm going to sleep so shut up, okay." I. “If any one of you god-damned mother-fucking son-of-a-bitching cock-sucking asshole-licking camel-pubic-hair-eating bastards so much as lays a finger on my Walden you will wish you had never been born.” With that she got in the truck. As she drove away, one of the throng pointed to a gun rack in the back window; it held a shotgun capable of firing small nuclear weapons. Nobody laid a finger on him, and the Art and Theater Departments were left with huge holes in their schedules. They called.