" Schaefferstown? Really?" I asked. "I work at a scout camp on the county line, just south of Schaefferstown." Do you?" Leigh Ann answered. "I drive r...ght by the entrance to that camp on the way to work in the summer. I work at a greenhouse in Lancaster County." You know the lake at the entrance?" I asked. "That's where I work. I teach rowing and canoeing to the scouts." Really? It's a small world isn't it?" Leigh Ann commented. She glanced around. "Will there be a lot of football players here. ." she murmured brokenly, her passion driving her beyond the point of caring how she must look or sound. "Oh God, get on top of me and fuck my cunt, please!" Shit, yeah, fuck the bitch, Red," the aquiline man called Lenny said in angry invitation as he climbed exhaustedly from Kathy's inflamed body and off the bed, his pride injured by the wanton young wife's expressed dissatisfaction with the size of his prick. Then, to Carl, he added, "Don't worry, pal, we'll find some other place for you to. There were few people seen in the front part of the garden, as morning walkers may have already left, children also may have left for school. I had been here earlier with my friends few years back, it has changed by then; in fact my perspective also had changed. It was a spacious garden. Walking, we entered in a portion which was much greener and dense with trees. None other than few couples were seating there in secret locations made purposely for providing privacy. Perhaps there were more. We kept encouraging the girls to phone home and keep their parents from worrying about them. Those phone calls also gave the girls comfort, knowing their parents were still alive. We had a dozen portable solar charger panels, and they provided plenty of electricity for basic needs and kept the phones charged for everyone.The next day was spent camouflaging our location, trying to protect us from marauding gangs of thugs and rapists. It’s hard to hide a gigantic fifth wheel in plain sight, but.