I loved shooting with you guys” I said.“How old are you sexy?” asked Joseph.“I’m 25.”“Can we go out somewhere now?” Asked Joseph.“Wh...re?” I asked.“There is a funfair nearby. We can go there and have some fun,” said John.“Ok let’s go,” I said.We went there and spent an hour. All the three of us got in rides which were meant for only two persons at a time. Then it got dark. Time was 7:30 pm. John ordered a Uber. We three sat together in the car. It was so uncomfortable for me. I was literally. Dorothy couldn't possibly allow her friends to be subjected to such an awful fate. She knew what she had to do. At the expense of her own freedom and the possiblity that she may never find her way home again, she surrendered herself and agreed to become the Witch's sex slave."Okay, Mistress Mombi, okay... I will surrender to you. Just please let my friends go free, and I will be your sex slave," Dorothy said, hanging her head and sobbing quietly.Mistress Mombi, as Dorothy was instructed to call. Mother Gaia had a right to choose what life She supported.The law was retro-active, so soon enough motor enthusiasts, boaters aside from sailboats, Rv owners and most commuters found themselves on the wrong side of Carbon Debt and sent to a nearby Reduction Camp to ‘work it off’, reduced down to skin and bones which when they eventually died from starvation and overwork paying back their debt to Mother Gaia were used to augment the coral reefs which were sunken under three or four extra feet of. The Indians had fairly sturdy, although small, cabins.The first day was spent in setting up. As George had said, the air was warm around them. They had a heater for their tent but didn’t seem to need it. The outhouse was colder, and they hadn’t brought a heater for it.They had brought a sleeping bag and a folding cot for each of them. For some reason, George had set these up more than a yard apart. She hadn’t come north of the Arctic Circle to sleep across the room from her husband. She moved.