The ranger robots were about to start up the campfire songs. They were sort of fun. Jack enjoyed songs like, "Drive, drive, drive your float". It was ...ort of strange to sing about one's flying vehicle, but the tune was catchy. It was best not to think too deeply about such song lyrics. It was only camping after all.He looked back at the tents. He debated whether to check out what was with this strange girl. He would have time to return before the smores were brought out. The girl was a pretty. Paul watched me like a calculating, long-suffering suitor. I made sure he didn't get close enough to set off another critical chain-reaction. However, things will always reach a boil when the fire's on, no matter how closely you watch the pot. Eventually it did with us.It was Christmas Eve of 1992. Melvin had a mid-morning flight out of Port Columbus into O'Hare Airport in Chicago. I was extremely upset and justifiably rancorous."I can't believe they're sending you out on Christmas Eve," I said. She went directly to the strip mall and parked in front of the Happy Life Yoga Studio.As I waited for her to come out, my work phone buzzed. It was Martinez. I answered it abruptly, figuring he had some update on the case. We were expecting the DNA results from Melissa’s rape kit and the crime scene.“Yeah?” I said into the handset, staring at the entrance of the yoga studio.“Dude, you got a problem,” said Martinez, sounding extremely agitated. “Jimmy, the computer tech, he picked up a call from. Must have been the first gang bang they'd ever seen as they all turned giddy with excitement and big smiles all around while still trying to keep quiet. The guy fucking her finally pulled out and shot his cum all over her stomach as well. Before anyone could take his place, I asked her how she was doing. She said she was having a great time and didn't want it to end. She wanted to keep going. I asked the guy from the first car if he wanted a turn with her."I'd love to, but my girlfriend.