Give it a rest." I zipped up my jacket and picked up the Rayovac lantern along with our survival saw as I crawled toward the tent opening. "God damn it! Don't you walk out on me when I'm talking to you," Alice grumbled. I stopped and turned back to face her. "First of all, I'm not walking, I'm crawling. Secondly, you're not talking to me. You are cranking, and right now you sound like an old, ah, err, oh never mind." Better bathroom my words remain softcore unspoken then to spend the rest of my life apologizing. "If we get stuck in the fucking dark, it will be your fault," Alice growled. I took a long deep breath and did another slow ten-count. "You can vent anytime you want, and I will listen. Once. But, I draw the line at recycling. Like I said, you've already plowed this field. What's the point of doing it again?" I searched Alice's eyes for any sign she understood what I was saying. "Dennis, you don't understand. I hate being in the dark. Because of your carelessness, we're down to a single flashlight and one lantern. That's not much of a safety margin." Alice crossed her arms, shook her head side to side, and frowned. "Alice, mistakes happen. When they do, we need to build a bridge Solo and get over 'em. Look around you; there's nobody keeping score. You and I are the only living creatures within earshot. The snakes? They're as deaf as doornails. They're not listening, and teasing they don't care." I gave Alice a hug and kissed her cheek. "I'm frightened." Alice's frown melted as her lower lip started to tremble as tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. "So indian am I. So, too, am I. Trust me, we'll get out of this together. I don't know how, but we will survive," dildo I said with more optimism than conviction as I gave her another hug. Nature has a superb sense of timing. As our embrace ended, a faint glimmer of slowly brightening light radiated from the entrance to our cave. They were naked within teasing minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Why are you blowing him?” I felt so wonderful right now. “Fuck, kumquat!” Daddy grunted. Without missing a beat, Daren replied "Do you think I could live off this? “Melena,” she says, giving me a peck on the cheek. Please don't tell Mary. “You’d softcore better, John” said one of the men, dildo intentionally getting his name wrong, “cos none of us will be happy if we have to come back – least of all you!” another poke to the ribs. The men stared in shock as the lines indian seared the table, forming a map of the city. I thought you were having a seizure or something." They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of Solo figures. It was nearly as warm as bathroom it had been in Ibiza. “I’ll try to go easy on you.” She quietly replied.