"Hey," I said. "Don't I get one of them!" You'll get both of them, Lisa," Jenny shot back. "We share the cabin and share the men. That was the deal, r...ght?!"It was? I didn't remember anything about sharing the men! But events had swept me out past my ability to control them. Kevin had suddenly reached for Jenny's tits and started fondling them, and I found myself quivering in the warm crush of Mike's big, muscular arms."Let's check out that cabin you're sharing," he whispered.Jenny wasn't. "You and Iboth know there's no option. Not on this kind of money." I don't care about the money," snapped the man. "You come first."Yvonne snorted. "Really? How we going to pay off all those gamblingdebts you ran up? All that money you spent on that off-road vehicle thatfell apart?" That can be repaired sometime," he glowered."But the money's gone, and we still have all those debts." Yvonne shookher head. The best she could hope for was only having to do this anothertwo years. Either that or. I figured she had left. Then fate stepped in. We were on the waiting list for a table for over an hour before one opened up. When the waitress led us over to our booth I had to grin. My group ended up at the booth next to theirs. Being the fifth man there I had a chair at the end of the table as my friends crowded into the booth. I eavesdropped on the conversation my dream girl was having with her friends and to my surprise the topic was blow jobs. My courage was high from the many green beers. The plotters, six men and two women, all young, all fired in the belief that they could strike a blow for their religion against its oppressors. They looked carefully at the protest sites using hopefully safe proxy cut-outs; listened to the tales of carnage as the crusader states robbed their people of freedom in order to seize the oil and they hungered for revenge. They held up the Muslim death count and considered its implications; vengeance would be theirs, but how?The answer came as ever on.