Like the Lone Ranger. Zorro.”Bobby nodded. Erik could tell he was thinking it over. “Or like The Incredibles,” he said.“There you go,” said ...rik.Bobby came back from the costume store with a shopping bag.“Check this out,” he turned his back to Erik, bent over, then stood up and turned around wearing the cowl.“That’s not what I told you to get, Bobby.”“I know, but this is cooler.”“Where’s mine?”Bobby pulled a black nylon eye mask from the bag and tossed it to him.“What the fuck?”“That’s what you. I laid rightnext to Sarah (for my own protection). We finally fell asleep after sometime.As I woke, I quickly remembered that I had to find my pack.Everything I had was in the pack including my hiking boots. The only itemI had were a pair of my underwear which I took off last night.Since I had no clothes or shoes, Sara had to look for my sack. She wasnot happy about it and she could not find my pack.I asked her if I could borrow her tennis shoes and look myself. Afterabout 20 minutes I gave up.. But their keen sense of smell wouldn't allow them to wander from the scene going on before them. Hotdog, having gone through this earlier in the day started approaching Betty for the second time today.As he approached the human couple on the boulder, he headed towards Betty's head that was presently buried in Midge's twat. Looking up from her position caused Betty to gasp momentarily, but she relaxed almost immediately once she realized that it was only Hotdog. From her present position, she. She senses…what? It is as if someone is in the room with her, and yet, there is no fear, even at the soft stirring of her hair being brushed aside. ~I’m~ dreaming, she tells herself as the scent of rose grows stronger, and a gentle touch too smooth for human finger, softly grazes the back of her neck. It is cool, silken moving unhurriedly along her shoulders. ‘…dreaming…,’ she sighs, as a long, slow glide along her spine strokes, seems to stoke embers within her. Dreaming or not, Shelli finds.