It’s a long story, with some sex and passion but mostly focused on survival and trying to escape this lunatic. Hope you like it. Part 1 I sighed and...ran my hand through my hair, bored to death. A group of us, 8 total, were going on a training exercise teaching survival skills and teamwork, courtesy of our parents’ insistence that we get out more. Seven of us were sitting in the bed of our instructor’s truck, a Chevy Silverado, on our way to the area, a giant clusterfuck of woods. I looked. He noticed that her moans were somewhat muffled which caused him to walk around the bed so he could see her face.What he saw was his roommate with a red gag in her mouth and a satin ribbon over her eyes with smudged mascara leaking down her face. From the contours of her forehead and her cheeks, she seemed to be in half conscious bliss. He couldn’t help himself, he reached his hand towards her bare neck and stroked down from behind her ear to her collarbone. A loud muffled gasp escaped her lips. “Bare minnies,” I prompted. “Aaanddd... ?”“Well Cecily said she had a lot of hair down there and I said I had some, so we compared ... it was funny and cool ... you know like ... to see each others ... She has ginormous, sort of flaps, you know, down there ... Yuck! On her min...”Cunt, I nearly interrupted. But did erupt. “You compared??” Shit! Girls these days, receiving a big definite nod and grin. I put the flaps issue to one side. “So then what? I suppose you shaved all yours off to be. I could plan it out, talk to people about sponsoring it, arrange things with everyone involved. I'd love to get involved if I could." Uh, sure but—" Melinda started to say hesitantly."Don't worry, Melinda, I won't steal your thunder. I'll do all the dirty work. I'll do schedules, I'll do the bookings, I'll figure out who to contact and how. You focus on the ideas and who to recruit, and I'll handle everything else." Hey, I love it when everything comes together," I told everyone. "Fine..