“You know what dancing leads to!”“Sex!” I chuckled.“Why don’t Baptists have sex standing up?” she asked with a smirk.“Stephie told me ...hat one! Because it might lead to dancing!”We both laughed. We finished our coffee and she walked me to the door. We hugged and I went to give Kara a chaste kiss, but she had other ideas. The French kiss was smoking hot and electrified every nerve in my body. She let me go and smiled at me.“See you in Chicago!” she said in a tone that implied we’d do more than. Maybe after watching Trisha and me making love last night Michelle wouldn’t want me to see her again. If so, I’d honor her wishes. The time came to drive to the airport and pick up Jacqui. I put my ruminations aside and simply looked forward to seeing her again. It seemed an eternity since she’d left on Wednesday. There’d been lots of times we’d gone much longer than that without seeing or talking to each other, but this was completely different. She’d always been there, a short drive away but. The same flavor of Zanyia’s snatch.But I was so turned on, I hadn’t paid attention. And now something attacked us. Shadows rippled across the ground. My brother charged naked towards the campfire. I was about to call out to him when he stumbled. Blood spurted from his back. A long, slashing wound flayed open his back. Blood poured down his muscles.He collapsed on his knees, snarling in pain.“Sven!” I gasped as he rose, convulsion wracking me.Then I heard laughter. I spotted the flutter of pink. Life had never been too kind to him, why should things change now? He usually just took what he saw, never minding the consequences. He guessed he'd always be a loser in life. He knew deep down inside it was all his fault. He just wasn't a good person and no matter what he'd do to try to change, it never worked out to his advantage. Better to keep on as he did and just run forever, but he didn't want to this time. This time was different. He wanted to stay. Was it too late now? Did he screw.