Chapter 5
Mike, with two marijuana cigarettes under his belt, wasn't really sure he knew where he was or what he was doing as Tara led him through the woods toward the cabin at the north end of the island. He knew another girl would be there and that they had originally been with their two boyfriends, but it didn't really matter. He was stoned out of his mind--stoned on two joints. The feeling running through his head was that he was on an adventure over which he had no control.
As Tara pushed the door open he could see that the cottage was even larger than the one belonging to Abby's parents. In the bedroom, which was just off the living room, there were two enormous beds which had been pushed together to create a massive expanse of mattress. And on the bed leaning against a bundle of pillows was a lithe black-haired girl, naked from the waist up and clad only in panties and a long print skirt. She had been reading a book when they entered and suddenly looked up.
"Ummmh, you've been out hunting," she said, an obscene smile flickering across her lips. "I see you've found us some cock."
This was Vicky, Mike realized. Jesus, she didn't mince words. There was no bullshit about "Come and I'll get you a sandwich or fix you a drink." She obviously spoke exactly what was on her mind. And not only that, she did what was on her mind too. For as Mike hovered in the bedroom doorway with Tara, he could see her hiking her long skirt up over her legs and spreading them wide as she thrust her hand inside and began massaging her pussy.
"Why don't we get something to eat," Tara said, giving a tug on his hand. She'd obviously stumbled into the bedroom without knowing Vicky was there.
"That's a good idea," came Vicky's voice. "Why don't you get something to eat, while your friend and I get to know each other." Mike's eyes were fixed on her, and he felt paralyzed. Jesus, what had he walked into? This girl Vicky was even more incredible than Tara had led him to believe, so incredible that he could hardly remember the promise he'd made to the younger girl.
"Run along, Tara," Vicky said. "You can't monopolize our friend. I'm sure you sucked him off already, knowing the way you enjoy sinking your teeth into men's cocks."
Tara looked up at Mike, searching for a response, and when she saw that his eyes were concentrated on Vicky, she sighed and retreated into the kitchen,' leaving the two of them alone together.
The amazed college instructor was incredulous at what he saw, for not only had the girl lifted her skirt up and thrust her hand between her legs-she was now reaching for a candle on the table by the bed. God, he wondered, was she really going to use that some kind of replacement for a male cock?
There was a mysterious smile on her face as she adjusted herself on the bed, slipping out of her panties with one hand and fondling the candle with the other.
"Jesus," Mike whispered. She was doing this to tease him, to turn him on. Never again would he experience a day like this-two sex crazed girls who had no moral inhibitions whatsoever. It was too strange to be true.
With a little groan, the dark-haired girl took the candle and began slowly inserting it into her glistening cuntal slit, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue tracing sensual circles over her lips.
"I'm just getting ready for you," she murmured. "I'm sure you must have a huge cock. Otherwise Tara would never have picked you up.
Guiltily Mike glanced around but saw that the redhead was still out of sight in the kitchen somewhere. He knew he'd made a promise to her, but in the state he was in now, he also knew it would be impossible to keep. Tara had been absolutely right. This Vicky really did have something. She was no beauty, but she was sensual as hell. Jesus, his cock was lurching in his pants already, inspired by the salacious spectacle she was making of herself on the bed. She was gliding the candle slowly in and out of her pussy, moaning in a low-throated voice, mesmerizing him with her actions. On the outstroke he could see the juicy lips of her cunt clinging to the yellow shaft hungrily like a sucking mouth, and when she plunged it back in she gave a little groan of satisfaction. From time to time she took a drag on a tightly rolled cigarette which she held in her other hand without ever losing the rhythm of the candle thrusting up in between her legs.
Mike felt his cock give another lurch and begin to swell again as he stood there watching her shamelessly masturbate to climax. God, she was too much. He could see she was really getting hot now because her pelvis was beginning to snap sharply forward oh the in-stroke so that almost the entire thickness of the candle vanished up between her legs, and she gave a little grunt as her hand banged into her moistly pink cuntal crevice. Then she drew the wetly glistening candle out more slowly so that she could ram it harder on the next beat.
Without his realizing what was happening, Tara was back in the room again standing behind him and curling her hand around to his zipper, slowly drawing it down. He could feel her firm young breasts pressing into his shoulder blades as her cool dry hand closed around his hardening member and began to slide the foreskin back and forth along the shaft in the same wild rhythm as the other girl candle-fucking herself. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from the lewd spectacle on the bed as Tara came around in front of him. She was grinning up at him, purposely standing in his way to block his view of the bed, as though she were now competing with the other girl. God, she was a real knockout, he thought-much prettier than Vicky, who looked like some kind of weird witch. And yet he had to admit that Vicky's abandoned sensuality had already mesmerized him. She was so savagely erotic that in his fantasy she had already taken possession of his cock.
"You're not fair at all," Vicky called to Tara from the bed. "You've already sucked him off and here I am jamming this candle up my pussy."
The dark-haired girl was calmly looking at them with an amused smile on her face, as though she were completely sure of her powers and knew that she could win the visitor over with any struggle. She had stopped masturbating now, but her legs were still wantonly splayed and he could see the white butt of the candle protruding from her lewdly revealed cunt.
"Come on, don't you want to play with me?" she cooed. "I want to see how big your cock is. It must be bigger than this candle. You want to fuck little Vicky, don't you?"
Even though Tara's hand was still on his cock and her soft young face only inches away from his, Mike felt himself being drawn toward the bed as though by some powerful magnetic force. He left Tara and moved toward Vicky with his thickly distended penis jutting out of his fly in front of him like some enormous phallic antenna.
"Ummmh, it looks nice and thick," the dark-aired girl purred appreciatively. Reaching out a slender white hand to cup the heavy blood-engorged head of the college instructor's penis, she gave the tip a sharp little pinch which sent a lightning flash of mixed pleasure and pain tingling through every nerve-end in his body. Jesus, she really knew where to touch a man. He was willing to bet she'd already learned more ways of giving and taking pleasure than most woman had in a lifetime. There was a witch-like quality about her that made him think of dark secret rites and strange practices. But she wasn't even thirty yet. She was younger than he was. Her lips slightly parted, she darted a challenging glance up at him.
"I'll bet you know what to do with that piece of meat."
"I can think of a few things," he said.
"Hey, wait a minute. I found him. It's my turn first. Remember, you promised." Tara was beside him, tugging on his arm. Christ, it was incredible. The two girls were going to fight over him.
"I think it's for him to decide," the older one said, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her skirt and seductively sliding it off until she was completely naked in front of him.
"Come on, Mike," Tara pleaded like a whining child. "You promised you were going to fuck me first."
"Maybe we should decide this over a joint," Vicky suggested, reaching over to the bedside table. She handed a cigarette to Mike and one to Tara and continued puffing on her own, holding the smoke deep in her lungs until practically none of it was released on the exhale.
Mike wondered how many more joints he would smoke tonight before he went completely bananas. His sexual desire was already so heightened that if he got any higher his cock might blast off into orbit.
He and Tara got on the bed together next to Vicky, and his eyes rolled over the older girl's olive-skinned body, following the curves of her ripe soft breasts and narrow waist inevitably back to the flauntingly displayed "vee" between her legs and the white end of the candle stuck far into her cunt. As he watched, her buttock muscles contracted slightly, and the candle began to ooze slowly out between her thighs. Then she began an undulating movement of her hips, and, to his amazement, the candle disappeared again bit by bit back up into her sucking vagina. He could almost feel the nibbling of her cuntal lips on his own desire-stretched member.
"You see, I have perfect control," she boasted openly. "How would you like a try? You think you can go as far inside me as the candle did?" She clenched her vaginal muscles and the candle squirted juicily out of her cunt to plop obscenely between her outstretched legs. Now, she swiveled her hips so that her pelvis was directly facing him, and reached down with both hands to part the sparsely haired lips of her cuntal slit, lasciviously exposing her dilated vaginal hole and the swollen bud of her clitoris pulsating in the steaming furrow of glistening pussy flesh.
An intoxicatingly musky odor seemed to envelop Mike like a cloud. With a low animal groan, completely forgetful of his promise to Tara, he dropped to his knees on the bed and buried his head in Vicky's moistly seeping pussy, licking, rubbing smearing his face....sucking frenziedly at her loins as if she were the source of life itself. God, he had been so starved for an aroused and welcoming woman, a woman with a new and unfamiliar face and body! He'd almost forgotten such pleasures existed, what with the dull everydayness of his life with Abby.
Immediately, Vicky's hands came down and tangled in his hair, regulating his impetuous sucking and tonguing, guiding him first to the sensitive nub of her clitoris. As his lips closed around the moistly pulsing little bud, she gave a low abandoned moan and her pelvis began a fluid serpentine movement against his mouth which instinctively followed and accentuated her rhythm-sucking lips and swirling tongue, as if the two of them had been doing this from the beginning of time. That was it, Mike realized. They were perfectly attuned to each other, and he knew that when he fucked her it was going to be like fucking an incredible fantasy creature. This girl and he were made for each other-it was one of those miracles that happen. He knew exactly how to give her pleasure.
Her whole body jerked and shuddered when he drew his tongue up and down her moist cuntal crevice and began to rotate it around and around inside the smooth velvety flesh of her vagina, at first teasing just at the opening and then darting hungrily farther and farther up inside. He heard her moaning yearningly now and felt the membranes of her vaginal canal clutch so closely around his obscenely probing tongue that it seemed to become part of her body and flutter with the rapid pounding of blood pumping wildly through her veins. Not caring that he was barely able to breathe, he buried his nose deep between the soft wet flanges of her cunt, thrusting his tongue to its uttermost length up into her ravenous vaginal passage, inhaling the smothering pussy smell and reveling in her passionate response to the ministrations of his probing organ.
Just wait, baby, he was thinking. Wait till you feel my big cock up there, you'll never want anything else for the rest of your days. And even though he was groveling like a slave between her legs with her thighs locked tightly around his head, he was filled with an exhilarating sense of mastery over this strangely wanton girl he had only just met and whose cunt was now the limit of his universe. He could feel his throbbing cock straining and expanding to enormous thickness and length in anticipation of the wild fucking he was going to give her, but he continued to tantalize her with his tongue until her gasps became sobs and he felt her tugging at his head.
"Ball me now," she begged. "Oh God, I need your cock before I go crazy!" As Mike began to rip off his sweater and pants he caught just a glimpse of the disconsolate Tara sitting on the far edge of the bed with a pout on her face. There was no way he could keep his promise, he realized. This Vicky was a siren and had drawn him to her with some kind of otherworldly magnetic force.
When he dropped on his knees between her out-flung legs, she stopped tossing her head long enough to look down between her breasts at his hard, twitching cock, and she reached down her hand to guide his huge bulbous cockhead up into the "vee" of her quivering pussy. Simultaneously they heaved toward each other so that their loins smacked together and his bursting cock was buried to the hilt in the soft depths of her hungry female flesh on their first lunge.
"Auuuughhh, it's a hard," she breathed, lacing her smooth arms around his shoulders and back. "Don't move. Let me feel it throbbing in my pussy!"
Vicky smiled up at him with dry parched lips, and Mike suddenly became aware of the intense heat emanating from her motionless body, as if she were burning up with fever. It felt like she wanted to consume him, that there was something supernatural about her. Gradually, though, his own body began to absorb the heat, and ... maybe it was the pot he had smoked ... it seemed that he could distinctly feel every square inch of her body where his touched hers, as if somehow they were blending, melting together. Currents of new and nameless sensation, began eddying through his flesh, although neither of them were moving. He wanted to wet her lips with his tongue but sensed that this was no time for the ordinary motions of love and stared down into her dark opaque eyes with almost a sense of fear. It crossed his mind that somehow she was bewitching him, casting a spell over him. And then it began!
And went on endlessly, ceaselessly, agonizingly, incredibly ... an elastic rippling wave-movement of the inner muscles of her vagina that milked his turgidly jerking cock millimeter by millimeter from the hard aching head down to the thick base where their pubic hairs were stickily entwined. He tried to pull back in order to fuck into her but found that he was powerless to move as wild spiraling motion of her inner cuntal muscles built up a irresistible torment of ecstasy in his sperm-bloated balls, and he realized that even if she sucked the life out of him, he had to go to the end of this unbelievable sensation.
With a sob of frustration he dropped his head on the pillows beside hers and let her continue the weirdly unnatural theft of his manhood, because with part of his mind he realized that was what she was doing ... he was helpless as a baby. And that was his last thought before the violence of his release from this unbearable delight blacked out his mind, and his lust-tensed balls reached the limit of human endurance, exploding jet after seething jet of white-hot cum into her insatiably suctioning depths ... draining him forever.
"That wasn't bad for a first try," Vicky murmured as his convulsive jerkings gradually subsided and his hoarse panting diminished. She gave his rapidly shriveling cock one last squeeze with her cunt and imperiously ordered, "Fuck me. I mean, really fuck me this time."
Over Mike's shoulder she winked at Tara who was drinking from a bottle of wine which had been lying at the foot of the bed. Tara shrugged and Vicky could hardly conceal her triumph. She just hoped Wally and Russ stayed away long enough. Before the night was over she was going to have some fun with this newcomer that her friend had discovered. It was about time a stranger had come along. She was bored with Wally and Russ, bored out of her mind, so much so that she'd been thinking of taking off and striking out on her own somewhere. Russ and Wally had been good while they lasted, but now she wanted somebody new.
"Come on," she said. "I want you to do it again. You've got to be better than that silly candle."
As she squirmed to get out from under his collapsed body, Mike stared at her with lackluster eyes, overcome by exhaustion.
"Jesus," he breathed incredulously. "You sucked my balls dry."
"Sucked your balls dry? Shit! You went and pumped me up in about five minutes. That's not very fair to me, is it? After all, I'm supposed to get some pleasure out of this too."
Her magnetic attractiveness had suddenly turned into an ordinary bitchiness, making a strong revulsion well up inside him. He realized now that he should at least have kept his promise to Tara. She'd been sweet to him, not like this savage, dark-haired bitch.
"Fuck you," he snorted angrily, heaving himself off the bed, his mind fogged by the enormous quantities of marijuana the girls had plied him with. Lurching, he staggered off toward the kitchen in search of something to eat. God, he was hungry. He felt as though he'd just been put through a wringer.
In the kitchen there was some bread and cheese on a table and he began devouring it ravenously as Tara followed him in.
"I told you, you should have fucked me first," she reprimanded him childishly. "Now you won't be able to do it with me at all."
Mike crammed a piece of bread in his mouth and tore off some cheese. Jesus, what kind of crazy dream is this? he wondered.
He still couldn't believe how innocent Tara looked in spite of the things she'd done with him of her own volition. She was like an innocent native girl ... sex was normal and natural to her. She did it for the sake of enjoyment alone, while Vicky was obviously tortured and neurotic in some way. She seemed to want the impossible ... it was as though she hated men and wanted to abuse them, taking pleasure from them but giving none. God, he'd" made a mistake not keeping his vow to Tara.
And yet how could he have prevented it ... the dark-haired bitch possessed a kind of evil power, had woven a spell over him in his stoned condition. That trick she'd done with a candle had absolutely mesmerized him. He was aghast at her physical control, the ability to move her cuntal muscles in such an elastic way that she could take the thing to the hilt and expel it. He was crazy to think he could satisfy anybody like her, and yet she seemed determined to try again. Mike chuckled to himself as he chewed ferociously on the food. He had wanted an escape from the boredom of every day life, and by God, he'd gotten it in full measure. These two girls were like something out of a pornographic movie.
Tara was cozying up to him now, running her fingers through his hair as he ate standing up.
"Maybe you could finger me," she whispered. "I really need it bad. Would you? Please?"
There was a pleading look in her eyes, as though she really loved him, even though he knew that was impossible since they'd only known each other for a few hours. My God, what am I doing, he thought. I've left Abby back at the house, and there's no telling what she might be thinking now. She was probably worried sick about him.
And then suddenly he thought about the man in the hunting jacket, the one she claimed to have seen.
"What happened to your boyfriends?" He suddenly spun on Tara.
"Oh, don't worry about them. If they haven't come back by now they'll probably spend all night in town getting drunk. Vicky and me were getting sick of them leaving us here."
"You're sure they're not still on the island."
"Cross my heart," the girl said as though she were a budding preteen in the sixth grade. But was she really as innocent as she looked, he wondered. Maybe this was some kind of plot.
Maybe the girls had lured him here so their men friends could break into the cottage.
Mike let the bread and cheese drop to the table and grabbed Tara by the shoulders.
"This isn't a trick, is it? Swear to me this isn't a trick."
There was a look of fear in her eyes.
"I don't understand. It's no kind of trick. Wally and Russ went over to the mainland and I just went out on the beach to have a smoke. Then I saw you."
He searched her eyes for any trace of pretense, but her innocence remained unchanged. Jesus, he felt like he could almost fall in love with her, and yet she wasn't even twenty years old.
Tara, for her part, couldn't understand why he'd suddenly gotten angry and turned on her. It must have something to do with Vicky, the bitchy way she acted. She had the same effect on every guy they'd ever been with. They would be crazy about fucking her, and then she would get them angry. Tara had been with and liked the older girl for a long time, but she knew there was something wrong with her. She had to prevent Mike from getting sucked into her web again. She, Tara, was the one who'd found him, and he was rightfully hers. Finders keepers.
Tara went back into the bedroom, retrieved the bottle of wine and after pouring him a glass slipped out of her cutoff jeans, sitting down on a wooden chair, her knees touching against his thighs.
"Please, do it now. We don't have to go into the bedroom."
Sipping his wine, Mike looked from the full wide-set mounds of her breasts, which were thrusting aside her still unbuttoned shirt, down to her soft belly. A faint crimson down began just below the shadowy indentation of her naval and extended on down to the tawny pubic "vee" where just the vaguest line of her closed pink cunt lips showed through the tangled mass of silky curls.
"I'll suck it for you, sweetheart. Just like I did for Vicky, but even better."
A feeling of tenderness welled in his heart for the young girl. Sinking to his knees, he reached out and dipped his extended middle finger gently in between her legs, feeling it slide immediately up into the already well-moistened vaginal cleft. Impulsively, he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked away her vaginal secretions. They tasted fresh and sweet, not strong and heady like Vicky's.
"Mike, rub my clit, please," she pleaded, taking his free hand and guiding it back to her widespread pussy. She showed him how she liked his finger to rub and circle her clitoris, and she shut her eyes and rocked her naked pelvis slowly back and forth on the hard wooden chair.
Mike felt the strength beginning to return as he did what she showed him. God, he hadn't been this horny for years.
Already his cock was showing signs of reawakening. The swelling glans, all sticky with Vicky's cuntal secretions, was beginning to push its way out from the heavy hood of foreskin and the shaft was straightening in a rapidly thickening arc.
Tara was quick to see this resurgence, and momentarily abandoning her own pleasure, she knelt down off the chair as his finger slipped out from her cuntal slit, and she began licking his cock again. At the first soft warm contact with her hot tongue, Mike felt that she was cleansing him of his unhealthy experience with her friend. His self-confidence which the dark-haired older girl had nearly destroyed was beginning to flow back. He felt like an ancient warrior returning victorious from a battlefield to an orgiastic banquet given in his honor, and when once more his cock was fully erect and potent from her loving ministrations, he raised her head and said boldly:
"All right, let's go fuck now." The young college instructor picked her up easily in his arms and carried her to the bed, the idea of showing Vicky a thing or two running through his mind. He wasn't about to let her get away with her insults. Without a glance, he laid the redhead down on the mattress on the other side from Vicky who was watching them impassively from a cross-legged position. Fuck her, she could just watch and eat her heart out, he said to himself.
Gently, he positioned himself in between Tara's outstretched legs, and instead of plunging brutally into her as he'd done with Vicky, he began by rotating the blunt blood-swollen head of his penis into the delicate petal-like folds of her cunt with his hand, propping himself up on one elbow so that he could look down and watch the slow titillating entrance of his cockhead into her softly squirming pussy. Jesus, he thought, maybe there was something in what they said about marijuana ... about its heightening your sexual powers ... because his cock looked incredibly big, bigger than he had ever seen it before. The angry red rim jutted way out from the tautly stretched skin of the iron-hard shaft. As it sank out of sight up inside her warmly inviting cunt, he felt the supple elastic walls of her moist vagina give and flower open, then settle snugly back around the welcome intruder.
"Aaaagh, it's so good, so hard," she murmured, gazing up lovingly into his eyes. "God, Mike, you have a beautiful cock."
He straightened his body over hers so that now his weight was resting on both elbows and his hands were free to pinch and knead the erect cherry-red nipples of her breasts, bringing more little gasps and sighs of pleasure from her lips.
Gradually, with slight rhythmic flexes of his hips, he inched his way up into her moistly hungry depths. When her eyes flickered shut and the fluid thrust of her hips became more urgent, he sank all the way down on top of her body and with a final corkscrew twist of his cock rammed it all the way in, feeling it buckle slightly as it slammed up against her cervix. Christ, it must have grown an inch since he met her on the beach ... the poor thing seemed to have shrunk from lack of excitement since he'd been married to Abby.
Tara's arms flew up around his neck and she pulled his mouth down to hers in a long passionate kiss. He could feel the large cushioning mounds of her breasts flattening under his weight ... the soft warm flesh of her belly ... the silky skin of her inner thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. Their bodies were locked together in a delicious union, and he could sense her trusting surrender ... not like that cold-blooded witch who had tricked him into cumming before he could really throw it to her. Vicky, he thought, was probably one of those frigid broads who could do anything with their cunts, pick up dollar bills off the floor, even retrieve cigarette butts ... but never reach orgasm. No, this was the real thing, he told himself, beginning to fuck into Tara with long measured strokes, feeling her intuitively adjusting to his rhythm. This was the way he'd expected his own wife, Abby, to respond to his lovemaking, but instead, she'd always tried to do' something new, something she wasn't accomplished enough to handle in a desperate effort to awaken his libido. If she'd only realized that to relax and be herself was the best thing, then they would never have run into problems-.with each other.
As for Tara, the more eagerly she responded to him, the more alive his body became. The sensitive underside of his cockhead which had been half-numb when he started was now the focus of one long continuous dreamy sensation which fanned out through his loins as he drove in and out of the teenaged redhead's tightly encasing cunt, and she met him stroke for stroke, panting hotly into his ear. God, if he'd only married a girl like this, he mused, how different his life would be. But maybe it wasn't too late.
The young poet shivered suddenly as he felt a hand close firmly around his testicles and tug back on them while he drove forward, tightening the already taut skin on his cock and somehow immediately heightening the pleasure flow as he slung hard up into Tara's cunt.
Vicky! The bitch was trying to get into the act! He wanted to stop and give her a backhand across the mouth that would knock her from hell to breakfast, but Tara was writhing passionately under him and he knew the pretty teenager was on the verge of climax. So he went on fucking it to her but the center of his attention was now being shifted back to his balls which Vicky was expertly kneading in a way that was almost but not quite painful, sending multiple jolts of indecipherable sensations out through his overcharged nerves. Then he felt her fingernails clawing lightly at his buttocks and he groaned as they were pried apart by her strong fingers, and her hot breath blew on his tightly puckered anus. Something soft and moist began licking up and down his anal crack and he felt Vicky's cheekbones drive into the nether crevice as she speared her tongue toward the rubbery hairless ring of his rectum. God, she's tonguing my asshole! The knowledge of this lewd act prickled the hairs at the nape of his neck. Nobody had ever done that to him before. With another groan he spread his legs to give her greater access and in spite of himself slowed down his fucking rhythm.
"Fuck me harder, Mike," Tara groaned. "Stick your cock in deeper!"
Mike ground his teeth and tried, but he was powerless to resist the weird, novel sensation of having his anus licked while a soft hand twiddled his balls, jerking them back and forth, massaging on the hairline border of pain and ecstasy. All of a sudden the tight ring on his anus seemed to melt and the tip of Vicky's tongue slid inside. She really had her tongue up his ass, probably only a fraction of an inch, but he could feel the tiny organ squirming maddeningly up his rectum and it was too much for him. It blew his mind, and a long shudder traveled all the way up his backbone as Vicky gave one extra hard tug at his balls.
"Oh man. Jesus, I'm cummmmming!" he moaned, his face flushing savagely with the strain as his body began to jerk and spasm totally out of control.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Tara wailed as her fists pounded wildly on his back. "Oh God, I was almost there. Why did you have to cum so soon?"
Completely exhausted and filled with shame and confusion, the hulking poet let Tara shove him away so that he rolled over next to Vicky. She looked down at him, her legs still crossed, a pitying smile on her face.
"So you shot your wad too soon again? Tara doesn't like that either."
Too weary for arguments, Mike pushed himself exhaustedly off the bed and staggered into the kitchen, his mind reeling as though any second he thought it would come unhinged. Some vague pang of conscience told him that he should head back to the cottage, to his wife, but he felt so confused he knew he would never find the way. What if she was looking for him? he wondered. What if she were stumbling through the woods desperately trying to find him? There thoughts ran through his mind, but the worst thought of all sent a chill up his spine. What if she found this place and barged in, catching him with these two girls?