She covered her mouth, gently grazing against the warmth of her flushed lips and cheeks, while she slowly removed her wet and sticky hand from between...her legs. But she then heard more snoring. Derek was still asleep. She was relieved but wondered what the hell that sound was when she noticed a little black box at the top corner of her tablet’s screen.It was a message from someone who was asking her to chat. Oh my god! She did not expect that. What to do? What TO DO? With Derek still safely. “My poor little man...”Rodney kept screaming for several minutes until George finished. Then the tribal leader helped Tina get Dylan back to camp. As they did so they passed by the whimpering Rodney, who remained in the fetal position, reddish-white liquid dripping down one buttcheek.A little later, George rounded the corner of his hut and headed toward Tina and Dylan.“Git up,” he directed.Dylan’s head still hurt but he could stand without help.“We’re headin’ to the other camp ... gonna make a. " His voice was lower and a bit slurred. He leaned forward a bit and now the fear in his expression smoothed and shifted into deep sorrow. "Please, you won't believe me, but please, don't stay here. Please, you have to go."Katherine felt herself moved a bit by the depth of emotion displayed on the man. He was nearly in tears and his deep blue eyes shown like a pleading puppy dog. She thought she could see how he might appear distinguished with his hair combed back and shaved clean."Mr. Louis.. We threw our bags on our beds and went back out into the main room of the cabin which was a kitchen/dining room. Just off that was a small room with a TV, loveseat and chair. Rochelle's room was beside Diane's. Rochelle's had a window that looked out the side of the cottage, while Diane's window looked out the front.I realized I really had to pee quite badly, not having gone on the trip. I went into the small bathroom and closed the door. The door had a simple eye and hook lock. The bathroom.