They hugged and kissed and as Mary turned to go through emigration, the tears flowed from her eyes, which she dabbed, hoping that Steve wasn’t looki...g. They had become so close during these two weeks that she couldn’t imagine being anywhere without him. It wasn’t only the sex, although that had been fabulous, but the freedom of mind and body that she enjoyed. Steve left the airport departure lounge feeling utterly rotten. He had known a few women since his wife had died from cancer five years. He packed his clothes for the one-week trip in to the forest to Camp Lucky, which was used by the local Girl Scouts, as well as his Boy Scout Troop Uniforms, shorts, bathing suit, and underwear. "Oh yeah, can't forget socks and my toothbrush," he thought. He backpack was packed as best as he could, which was haphazardly. Downstairs to meet his father for the trip to the mall parking lot, where they would all meet for the five-hour trip to Camp Lucky. He father told him about his camping trips. The place isn't huge but it's still way bigger than I'mused to. So he excuses himself to take the bag with the booze and stuff in it tothe kitchen, and then he calls back to me to find out how I'd like my drink. I wantto see more of his place so I holler back, "Let me do it. I know exactly how it hasto be." The kitchen, no surprise, is as cool as the rest of the place has been. Imake us both drinks, not bothering to ask him if he wants to stick with white wine,and make them strong. Mine. Two bodies, believed to be members of the abductors, have been removed from the wreckage, but not yet formerly identified.“Now, I have with me, Mister Paul Hammond, who is the farm manager here. He was one of the first victims of this kidnapping and therefore involved in this act of arson and worse almost from the beginning.”The witness was pushed into the lit area where the camera was focused. He had a thick white bandage wrapped around his head. Hammond, blinked in the lights and stood next.