A beer bottle, coated in perspiration sat before him, like an obedient hound. His eyes flicked along the bar looking for a likely mark, someone who fi... the 'type' perfectly. It was the only way to make it work.He sighed in frustration. It was nearing midnight and he hadn't found the right kind of poor sap yet.He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a. Dennis rolled his eyes and started off towards the house. "Where's Alan?" he called back to Uncle Fred."Napping. Why don't you go wake him up? You kids should go for a swim." He winked at Lydia, who turned away."C'mon, Liddy, let's get our suits on." Donald grabbed his suit case and carried it inside.Already charged with desire, Donald took his turn in the bathroom as an opportunity to relieve himself. By the time he got to the lake, Alan and Dennis were already in the water. Lydia was watching. Oh the cursing and threats were flying and my girlfriend stepped in with her arranged plan."Motherfuck us all you want, but if you raise your voice above the music and disturb our neighbors all this will be filmed and sent to your wife and co workers. Yeah pig, we found out you're married. So, relax and enjoy it...I know we will."I had to hand it to her, diplomacy was always her strong suit. The pig just glared at us for a moment as his throbbing balls ached. I plucked them again when I figured. If you want to join us, you'd be welcome. We have one person who knows a little about horses, but we could sure use your experience."Dryer rubbed his chin as he looked around at the truck, the derelict cars and the hills. "You pretty sure I'm not going to find any of my folks alive back there?" I can't guarantee it, but we've come down from the Bay Area - up San Francisco way, and we've got three women and four men that we've picked up along the way. That's all we've seen except one guy up in.