Chapter 2
She could feel the jet bucking and yawing in her hands and she wished that Dan Roberts, the company's test pilot would take it. But, he did not. He sat beside her, checking the instrument panel, knowing that the machine was fighting her and tiring her. She would not ask him to help.
"If it throws around too much for you," he said, "put it on automatic for a while. I'd take it, but you are doing as well as I can. Let me talk to ground control and find out what kind of weather we are flying through."
She leaned forward to turn the plane over to its mechanical guidance system and when the gadget took over she could feel the sudden relief in her hands and her arms. She turned around and looked at Carol Burke, the lovely, disturbed stew. She was sound asleep, uncaring about the storm or anything else.
Cassie wondered if Carol had spent the night in orgy, too, like her neighbors. She glanced at Dan Roberts as she felt the heat flooding her cheeks. Just remembering the things that she had watched was enough to make her face scarlet and she worried that Dan Roberts might notice and wonder what was going through her mind.
He was too busy to pay any attention to her and she was glad of that. The plane was sliding through the morning sky like a highly polished needle and they were maintaining top speed but the ship kept bouncing around, buffeted by extra-high winds.
"I think we've been blown off course," Dan Roberts said. "I can't reach anybody. We should be over Vegas about now but I wouldn't want to bet on it."
"What about fuel?" Cassie said.
Dan Roberts shrugged. He was a handsome young man, lean, muscular, one of the company's best test pilots. He was twenty-eight, she knew, and he was quite a man in a bedroom. She had learned a great deal about Dan Roberts by listening to the things that the girls, Connie and Ruthie, had talked about. She glanced at him, and there was something about his crooked grin that made her struggle for air. She turned her head so that she could look out of the small jet's ports. She was suddenly sure that they were not going to have an uneventful flight, after all.
Carol Burke woke and lit a cigarette. She was sitting in one of the forward seats, watching Cassie and Dan as they tried to handle the plane. She did not seem to be alarmed or too much concerned. She had been briefed by the doctor who had interviewed her and it had been decided that she could use some rest and relaxation, not because she was in troublementally or emotionally, but because she did have problems that could best be dealt with while she was resting and enjoying herself.
Cassie knew what the doctor had said and she was glad that Carol was going to do as she was told to do. She just hoped, a bit frantically, that they arrived at their destination safely. The way the plane was being tossed about at the moment, she would not make bets either way.
"We don't dare cut speed any," Dan Roberts said, watching the instrument panel, "but, I don't know where the hell we are or how much longer we can remain airborne. The winds are knocking the hell out of our calculations. A little more of this and we will be in a real mess."
There was something most unusual about the plane's behavior, Cassie knew. She checked the altimeter and saw that they were well above the atmosphere that permitted high winds and rain and storms but the plane was right in the midst of one anyway. Dan Roberts took control of the plane from her and the automatic pilot and she was glad of that. They seemed to settle into a smoother pathway of flight after a time and she began to relax. She tried to forget the details of the orgy that she had witnessed the previous night. Too, she tried to forget the eagerness and interest with which she had observed it all.
She glanced at Don Roberts and saw that he was busy with the plane, too busy to notice her red face. And her face was very red. In spite of her determination to forget what she had seen, the vivid scenes of the night began to run through her mind again and she was aware of a pleasurable sense of enjoyment as she remembered.
The girl, Ruthie, was the aggressive one, getting out of her clothes and exposing pretty young breasts and lush hips and thighs and a thick patch of dark brown curls above her sexual crease. Ruthie was eager for the touch of her boyfriend's hands and she encouraged him to fondle her breasts and bright red nipples and he was glad to do it. Ruthie's fingers helped the young man to get naked and then he stood, a silly grin on his face, his stiff, massive cock standing straight up against his belly. Ruthie's little palm cupped the dangling balls and she began to knead them and tickle them.
Freddie was holding her in his embrace and she let him ease her down onto the bed and then he was mounting her, her little red-tipped fingers were holding his organ, guiding it into her dark red slit. Cassie heard the moan of swift bliss as the big cock slid into the girl and she realized, horrified, that she was using her fingers to excite her own sexual flesh.
Ruthie and Freddie were screwing like a well-adjusted machine and she watched them for a time, then, as orgasm occurred for her, she saw that Freddie was bursting inside of the cute little brunette and she stared at their savage writhings and frenzied vibrations. She was sure that nothing on the face of the earth could offer the ecstasy that Ruthie seemed to enjoy when she and Freddie finished their wild efforts. She wished that such bliss could be found but she was sure that it just could not be. She knew that it could not be for her. Time and experience had shown her that pretty convincingly.
Ruthie and Freddie collapsed and he was lying upon her and her arms were embracing him, holding him, petting him. They were kissing, slowly, sweetly and even after he had burst within the clenching sheath of overstimulated flesh, Freddie was acting like he still liked Ruthie and adored her. That seemed rather surprising.
She turned her head slightly and saw that the blonde, Connie, was naked and she had a nice body. Her breasts were small, like tennis balls, but her lover didn't seem to care. She was smothering his stiff cock with her palm and kissing his mouth while her hand moved up and down against the stiff organ. Connie pushed the young man down onto the bed and then she knelt between his legs and she began kissing and licking the stiffened prong, the dangling balls, and Cassie was utterly appalled when she saw the girl's delicate tongue sliding into the man's asshole. She shivered and she saw that he was shivering too. Then Connie's head moved upward and her mouth captured the head of Wally's cock and then it was erupting and Connie was swallowing his juice, savoring it like a very pretty young gourmet. Cassie shivered again and she decided that she would stop watching the young people so close to her open window. But she was not able to do that.
She watched, her eyes practically burning from strain as Connie encouraged Freddie when he moved his face between her thighs. Connie went on sucking Wally's cock while Freddie began sucking her cunt. Then she saw that Ruthie moved so that she could straddle Wally's handsome young face with her thighs and she could see the thick white cream sliding from Ruthie's well, but Wally's eager mouth accepted her leaking cunt and he began kissing it, licking it, sucking it, and Ruthie was shaking and squirming as he tongued her into many orgasms.
Cassie reacted to what she was seeing in a way that frightened her. She was shaking violently, as though she was possessed by a seizure or a fit, perhaps a convulsion, and then an orgasm began deep within her loins and its exceptional beauty and massive intensity pushed her close to unconsciousness and she lost track of things. She was quite certain that she slept for a while.
The plane bucked and swooped and then plunged and she looked at Dan Roberts, watching his competent hands on the controls. She wondered what would happen to them without power controls. She knew that Dan Roberts could not control the jet without help, and she supposed that no one else could either. She glanced behind her and saw that Carol Burke was awake and alert. She was staring at Dan Roberts with a very predatory gaze and Cassie felt her face getting stiff with embarrassment as she remembered that this was the same Dan Roberts that the girls had described as being so good in bed. She glared at him for a moment and he never knew it.
She slid deeper into her seat and watched the gauges, knowing that something was not right. They had to get straightened out soon or run out of fuel. She wondered if they would all have to eject. She hoped that that would not be necessary. The jet was very expensive, and while she could write it off, she didn't want to lose the plane.
Her mind shifted again and she was remembering the night, the vivid, liquid sounds of lovemaking and she was not sure yet if she had slept or not. She became alert and saw that Freddie was sitting astride Ruthie's belly, his stiff cock sliding between Ruthie's ample breasts. She was holding them together, imprisoning the plunging organ and each time its tip emerged from the cleavage and pushed toward her lips, Ruthie licked its tip, trying to linger as long as she could while doing it. Then Freddie pushed it upward and it was beginning to erupt and Ruthie's eager mouth captured it quickly, eagerly. She devoured its fruits ravenously, and then she was cupping Freddie's buttocks, caressing them as her busy tongue stimulated his engorged cock. She turned her head slightly and watched Connie and Wally as they indulged in a very energetic sixty-nine. Connie's buttocks were facing her and she could see the way the girl's sensitive flesh reacted to the licking, burying tongue and each time Connie's cunt clenched and spilled with violent reaction to Wally's tongue, she could feel reaction in her own body and that frightened her for a time, and then she was not able to concentrate upon fears or anything else, only the swift, clenching spasms of sensitive flesh too long denied, perhaps. She watched as Connie and Ruthie got screwed by Freddie and Wally and then she was utterly astounded when the girls mounted each other and began a sixty-nine that they obviously enjoyed with each other.
There seemed to be some sort of tacit agreement between all of them, because Connie would be on top of Ruthie for a while and then Freddie or Wally, whichever happened to be ready at the moment, would climb on top of the girl whose bottom was upthrust and she would get soundly fucked. A bit later, the other girl would be on top and the process went on for hours and hours and Cassie had to admit to herself that she enjoyed watching. That meant that she was very strongly voyeuristic and that bothered her for a long time, but then the demands of her own body took over and she finally fell asleep.
When she woke in the morning she looked into the other bedroom to see if the guys had slept over but there did not seem to be anyone other than the two girls in the big bed." Cassie sighed and got up. She packed and showered and talked with Bernie Potter at breakfast. He had arranged for Dan Roberts to go back to L.A. with her and she would take Carol Burke along, too. The pretty young stewardess had been told what to do and she would pack some things and return to Consola.
"We'll take good care of her," Bernie had promised. "She is a fine young girl. She just needs a little rest and some fun."
Sourly, mindful of her own needs, Cassie said, "You do that, Bernie. You just do that."
She felt the plane levelling out and then it was moving through the sky smoothly, effortlessly. She unbuckled her seat belt and stood up. Carol gave her a crooked smile as she stood up, too. Dan Roberts seemed to be very much relieved and happier about things in general as he glanced at them.
"There's coffee and sandwiches," he said. "Maybe we could try some of that for a change. We have had us a bad time."
Cassie nodded. She could feel stiffness in her legs and her thighs and as she walked between the seats in the little jet, she felt weak in the knees, tired, really. She wondered if lack of sleep could produce a reaction of that sort in her.
Carol was almost indecently lovely, she thought. She stared at the superb superstructure the young girl was concealing with a bright red cardigan that seemed to be straining its buttons. Carol's big green eyes had a serene, contented look in them and it was obvious that she had some interest in the handsome young man flying the plane.
Dan Roberts was not at all interested in Carol Burke, it seemed. He took a sandwich and some coffee when Cassie handed it to him and then he turned the plane over to mechanical control for a while. He was very much concerned about their position and he suggested to Cassie that she see if she could get a fix from a ground station. He was afraid that they were far off course.
"With all the sophisticated gear we have aboard here," Cassie said, "how could we get that far off course?"
Dan Roberts sat in his seat and he was looking at her and something in his soft brown eyes made her nervous, uncomfortable. He had a crew cut and that made him seem impossibly young and reckless-looking. She knew that many pilots who flew space area equipment or high flying jets kept their hair in the crew cut style because it made donning the helmets they had to use much simpler, easier. Still, she decided that she liked the way Dan Roberts looked with his short hair.
"We have been flying over mountains that are honeycombed with iron mines, copper mines, and sometimes, depending on heat, humidity and certain other physical characteristics, and the meteorology involved at the particular location, all compass readings can be distorted. The gyro compasses can be fouled up, too, and I think that is what happened to us. So, I would feel lots better if you could raise us somebody on the ground."
Cassie nodded. She began working with the radio, trying to get a response from the ground but she was not able to do it.
Carol Burke was sitting close to Dan Roberts, watching him, practically adoring him and Cassie was tempted to tell the girl to get into her seat and fasten her belt. But she did not do it.
"We could drop down and take a look," Cassie said.
Dan Roberts shook his head. "It's foggy as hell outside. We wouldn't be able to see anything but we could get smacked right in the puss with a mountain. That would sort of clear things up for us in a hurry. I'd like to avoid that."
"Me too," Cassie said glumly.
Then the plane began to shake itself apart and Dan told Carol to get into her seat and fasten the belt. She obeyed him quickly and he began fighting the controls, trying to get the aircraft under control.
"It looks like we have got us some problems," he said. "For some reason that I can't figure out right this minute, we have got a really bad flutter in the tail section. I will have to cut speed and see if we can hold together until I find us a spot to set down."
Cassie made a funny face at him. She held up her hands, her fingers on each hand crossed. He grinned. She could feel the flutter or vibration easing as Dan cut the jet's speed. The gauges showed that he was going downstairs and she could not resist the urge to look out of the windows at the clouds and fog outside.
There was a distinct change in the whistling sound of the engines outside and she was suddenly frightened. She was sure that she would not take the jet down if she was flying it but she would not know what to do about the flutter or the heavy vibration that had threatened to tear the plane apart. She decided, watching him handle the plane, that Dan Roberts knew just what to do and how to do it. Carol Burke got out of her seat and she moved up so that she could talk with Cassie and Dan Roberts, too, presumably.
They were losing altitude rapidly and Cassie was very much relieved when she was able to see the thick jungle that was below. They were beneath the fog strata and the plane was moving along, practically gliding. She glanced at Dan Roberts and she could see that he was a bit alarmed.
"We have run out of fuel," he said. "Maybe we broke a seam in the tanks or something. She is quitting us and that means we have got to sit down someplace. See if you can find us a nice clear spot. But, you'd better hurry. Baby, here, is dropping us into the woods in one hell of a hurry."
Cassie began examining the terrain below as best she could and Carol Burke was looking out of the ports on the other side. Cassie could not see a break in the heavy junglelike growths below them. Dan Roberts twisted in his seat to give them a crooked grin.
"Get into your seats and buckle up tight and I will see if I can put this thing on the ground. It is going to be a bit hairy so you had better use the pillows under the seats to cover your heads and then hold on. We are losing air speed so we shouldn't make too much of a splash when we hit. Hang on, girls."
It became very still in the aircraft after that. Dan Roberts kept the jet aloft as long as he could. He was searching for a clearing of some sort but there were none. They drifted over the crest of a mountain and began falling into a deep, basinlike valley far below them.
Cassie was gazing out of her window and she was sure that she could see a clearing down there somewhere. Shementioned it but no one seemed to hear her.
It seemed to her that they were brushing tree tops for a long time and she could hear the crackling sounds of tree limbs breaking. Then the aircraft twisted and jolted and she felt a rising tide of darkness welling up inside her head; it was swallowing her and she knew that Dan had not made a decent landing and they were all going to wake up dead.
She woke up to feel Dan Robert's hands on her body and that outraged her. She was laying on the ground and she could hear the crackling, tinkling sounds of the plane's settling among trees and bushes. She sat up straight and glared at Dan Roberts.
"Take your damned hands off me," she said.
"All right," he said. "I was just checking you for broken bones."
"There aren't any bones in my breasts," she said. He had been handling them, fondling them when she woke up.
"A man is entitled to a bonus now and then," Dan Roberts said.
He was looking at her breasts and she realized that they were completely bared, the fabric of her bra and blouse in tatters on her lap. She covered her breasts with her hands and it annoyed her when he smiled at her. He stood up and then he gave her his hand but she refused it. He shrugged and took his shirt off. She took it from him and when she had covered her nakedness she let him help her up onto her feet. She saw Carol then. She was laying on the ground and even as they stared at her, the pretty young blonde began stirring. Dan went to help her and when he lit a cigarette and gave it to the blonde, she took it, sucked some smoke into her lungs and then she was suddenly very much all right. She stood, with Dan's help, and gazed around her. "I guess we were lucky," she said. "We could have all been killed."
Cassie said, "We could have made it to L. A. and landed there, too, you know. Now, God knows where we are or how long we will be in these woods." She shuddered at the thought.
Dan Roberts looked at her. He seemed to be about to say something unkind to her. He smiled and glanced at her superstructure pushing against the thin fabric of his shirt.
"You've got beautiful tits," he said. "Really spectacular."
Cassie glared at him. "I don't want to hear any more of that kind of talk," she said. "We may be in a jungle but you don't have to go native quite so soon. What is the condition of our plane?"
"Junk," Dan said. "I will see what I can salvage from it, but you gals stay far away. It may blow up and then again, it may not. We'll just have to see."
He walked away from them and Cassie thought he looked healthy and muscular without his shirt. There was something reassuring about his heavily muscled shoulders and biceps. He looked like a weightlifter and that was something to think about. She could let her imagination run wild and imagine him battling a whole army of spear-carrying natives and then she saw him as a nice-looking guy who was very worried about things. She glanced at her wrist watch and saw that it was a little after ten in the morning. She stared at the face of her watch, seeing the second hand make its sweep, so she could be sure that it had not been broken in the crash.
Her watch was perfectly all right. She looked around her at the dripping trees and vegetation and a sudden sense of panic almost overwhelmed her. It was warm and moist in the valley they were in and there were pathways of a sort beneath some of the trees. When she began to move she winced as pain lanced through her legs and her arms, and she shivered, but began walking around the small clearing they were in, trying to get some life and circulation into her limbs. Carol gave her a crooked little smile and she began moving about, too.
The cute little blonde stewardess was not entirely clothed, either. The crash and the way their persons had been tossed about seemed to have done awful things to their clothing. Carol's thighs were bare and her slacks were shorts now. Too, the bra that she wore was exposed and most of her bosom, too. She noticed, a bit nervously, that Carol's beautiful superstructure was nearly visible and she worried about Dan Roberts. She kept remembering the things that Connie and her friend, Ruthie, had said about Dan Roberts. The comment that he had made about her beautiful breasts still echoed in her mind and thrilled her and appalled her, too.
She found a place to sit down on a log that had somehow remained dry. When Carol sat down beside her, she offered the girl a cigarette and they lit up.
The wings had sheared off the plane and the tail section had broken off and the fuselage looked like a big stovepipe that was jammed into a grove of trees and underbrush.
Dan Roberts came to where they sat and he had his arms filled. There were a couple of portable radios, some cartons of cigarettes, a first-aid kit and some survival gear. "I'll get everything out," Dan said. "We can sort it all out later. Some of it will be junk but most will be usable."
"What about the radio?" Cassie asked.
Dan shook his head. "That's junk. Pretty much everything has been smashed, but I will get what I can."
Carol smiled at Dan. "Can we help?"
He shook his head. "No, you just sit and rest and recuperate for a while. Keep your eyes open for snakes. There may not be any around here, but then again, there may be, so you just be alert and keep your eyes open."
Cassie watched him go back into the woods and she and Carol sat for a time in silence, then they stood and walked again. It seemed that a gentle rain was sifting down, rustling the leaves of the trees, drenching the brush and the thick foliage that was all around them. They were in a small patch of bare ground that was slowly becoming slick and muddy as the rain drifted toward the open area. There were other bare patches that they could see and Cassie reached a stage of recovery where she was very much interested in their surroundings and their chances for immediate rescue.
"It is too bad that we don't have the radio," Cassie said. "That would be a big help."
Carol looked at her a bit nervously, she thought.
"We have a couple of portables. We can try them and see if they know that we are down and lost in this big jungle."
"That's good thinking," Cassie said.
They went over to the pile of equipment that Dan Roberts had assembled in front of the big log they had used for sitting. Cassie turned one of the radios on and she was a bit dismayed to hear music emanating from the speaker. It was business as usual at the radio station, she supposed. She tried all of the stations but there was music and advertisements and nothing else.
"Leave it on a station," Carol suggested, "and we will hear what's going on during their regular hourly newscast."
Cassie nodded. She put the radio down on the log and it continued to blare music. Dan Roberts came out of the jungle with another armful of things he salvaged from the plane. Cassie gave him a cigarette and he was glad to get it. His naked back and chest were wet and he looked like a bronzed gladiator, wresting survival and sustenance from a formidable and uncompromising jungle.
"We are lucky to be alive," Dan said. "I keep it in the air as long as I could and I think we were brushing tree tops for the last twenty miles. That slowed us down so when we finally hit, the wings tore off and we got shaken up a bit, but we are alive and in good shape."
"Yes," Cassie said, "but, we are trapped in this lousy jungle. I want you to get us out of here as quickly as you can. I have many business appointments that simply cannot be postponed. I will leave it up to you to get us rescued without delay."
Dan Roberts looked at her with a deadpan stare. "If you didn't have such pretty tits," he said, "I'd belt you silly. How the hell am I going to get us out of here as promptly as you would like? What would you recommend that I do? Send up smoke signals?"
"Exactly," Cassie said crisply. "What else would you do?"
He smiled at her and then he shook his head. "Bright bitch," he said. "I hate smart-ass broads."
"Even if they've got pretty tits?" Cassie asked innocently.
Carol said, "Your tits aren't that good, baby."
Cassie smiled. "I know," she said. "He just doesn't know that. But, you could be charitable, you know."
"I don't feel charitable," Carol said. "I'm hungry and I don't know if we have something to eat around or not."
Dan Roberts had moved off to scout the immediate area looking for wood, probably, Cassie thought. Failing all else, she did think that someone would notice a big column of white smoke. Someone would have to notice.
The radio music stopped and the station announced that it was time for the hourly newscast and they were the first itemmentioned. Dan Roberts, his arms loaded down with wood, stood close to Cassie and Carol as the newscaster announced to the world that Cassie Kimball and two of her employees were lost and presumed to be the victims of an air disaster.
"The group took off early this morning from Consola, the rest and rehab center for Consolidated Airways of America, intending to land at International Airport in Los Angeles. There were reports of a storm center along their route but the jet plane they were using should have weathered the storm easily. Now it is supposed that the jet crashed and a search is underway for Cassie Kimball, the golden girl of big business, Carol Burke, a company stewardess who was returning to Los Angeles with Cassie Kimball and Dan Roberts, one of the airline company's senior test pilots.
"One item of information that was leaked from the company's private airfield is the suspicion that the group now missing may have been given the wrong jet; in other words, the plane that they took off in could have been one that was at the base for mechanical problems and not airworthy at all. While this cannot be confirmed, it does seem to be a possibility.
"A massive air search is now underway and it is hoped that the lost fliers will soon be found, hopefully in good shape."
The news broadcast ended and Cassie stared at Dan Roberts.
"How could we have taken the wrong aircraft?" Cassie said.
Dan Roberts shook his head, not believing such a possibility. Carol was gazing at him, liking him.
"I don't think we were given the wrong plane," Dan said.
Cassie wasn't sure. "It is a possibility?"
"I guess. Well, it's not too important right now. Let me get our bonfire started."
"Would you get our luggage out of the plane so that we can get into some decent clothing?" Cassie asked.
He nodded. He dropped the wood he had in his arms onto the pile in the middle of the clearing and then he turned and walked off into the jungle again.
The steady, hissing sound of the rain was growing louder, becoming a roar, actually. There was something decidedly depressing about the rain, the dismal place that they were in, and the need to contemplate the immediate future.
Cassie moved over to where Carol was sitting down on the big log. Carol gave her a woeful grin and she smiled at the girl. "Wait till Dan gets back here with our bags," she said. "If we get some clean things on us, we are sure to feel much better. We'll get out of this all right, so don't worry."
"I'm not worrying," Carol said. "I have lots of faith in Dan Roberts. I'm sure we would have been killed with a less experienced pilot. Dan is one of the best."
Cassie gave her an undisguised stare of interest.
"How well do you know Dan Roberts?"
Carol tilted her head to one side as she gave Cassie a look of great innocence. "I don't know him at all well," she said. "I've just heard that he is a great pilot, really super."
Cassie was about to reply with a touch of sarcasm, but she heard a slight noise and looked up, expecting to see Dan Roberts setting their luggage down in the clearing. They had company. Two young men and three young women were standing in the middle of the clearing, looking at them with great interest and obvious surprise.
The young men were naked from the waist up and the girls were, too. Cassie stared, not really believing her eyes. One girl had long, straight blonde hair and plump, conical breasts. She wore tight shorts and she had very good legs. She was quite pretty in a dirty sort of way. The other girls were pretty too, and each had gorgeous breasts that they exposed quite candidly. The whole tribe wore shorts and nothing else.
One of the young men, a tall, bearded man with bright brown eyes, put his hand up to touch his lips. Then he turned so that he could sort of confer, soundlessly, with the others. "Welcome to our grotto," he said. "We are very glad that you dropped in on us and we will have lots of good times with you. You just come along with us and it will all work out just fine."
Cassie looked at him with her Miss Rich Bitch stare. It didn't bother him at all. "We don't intend to go anywhere with you," Cassie said. The young man sighed. He glanced at one of the other young people and suddenly Cassie and Carol were gazing into the muzzle of a huge gun. She could not imagine where it had come from because she did not think the young men were wearing enough clothing to hide a gun. But, there it was, steady, menacing, terrifying. Somehow she knew that the young man would kill her. She just knew it.
"You can come along," the young man said, "or you can die here. We don't care. It's up to you."
Cassie surrendered hurriedly. "We'll go along with you," she said. "Please, don't hurt us. If you can help us to get out of here, we will be very grateful and you will be reward handsomely."
One of the young girls snickered. She stared at Cassie, looking her over quite impudently. "Adam will get his reward," she said. "He and the other guys are getting tired of fucking us. They want some new blood. We will have such lovely times from now on."
Carol stood up and she moved to stand beside Cassie. She knew that they were both hoping that Dan Roberts would come out of the woods and rescue them from the plans that the young hippies seemed to have in their sick little heads. Cassie supposed that she was jumping the gun by deciding that they were hippies. But, what else could they be? She was sure that she could smell an unpleasant fragrance emanating from the girls. No wonder the men were tired of them.