August Moone
Book 2
Roadtrips and SideTrips
Chapter 22
Idioms

	
	Gunther stood on the end of the tow truck precariously, his hands clamped tightly to the girl’s naked ass.  He giggled, chuckled, and clamped his hands tighter to the highly distraught Christine--suspended frantically by her wrists from the tow truck’s upraised apparatus.
	She was gagged, stretched out with her feet secured, and in a terrible-terrible predicament.  Her breasts were sucked on and she was spanked HARD before some hard cold foreign object came violating her cunny.
	For cousin Jolene, September changed from zapping her with his small hand crank generator to something more potent--the tow truck’s battery.  Using the supplied jumper cables he clipped the girl’s nipples.  She freaked out totally.  With a clip attached to a nipple he pressed the other to her pussy.  She twitched and twitched violently.  September didn’t overdo it, but close counts.	
	It was crazy, but Gunther climbed up Christine’s body, humping her distraught body with his cock.  He managed to hook his legs about her shoulders.  With one hand gripping the top of the apparatus structure he removed Chris’ gag with the other.
	“Suck me, bitch, or I’ll make you suffer more!”
	Hysterically the girl complied.
	September had found a pile of cow/horse shit--Jolene’s face was pressed in to it, then he violently sodomized her.  She was near totally deranged and out of her young mind.
	Christine spat out the goo filling her mouth, and in her hysterics she chomped down on Gunther’s vile prong.  This only pissed off the tormenting Tormentor--he climbed off of the girl, reeling in the slight damage the teen had done unto his cock.
	When he had settled he took up a fan belt from the bed of the truck--the girl was stricken (whipped) with it until she lost consciousness.  Gunther let the girl down then violently as possible he raped and sodomized her, using not only his own cock but a cheater bar and tire iron.  
	 The girls were stuffed into a hollow of a tree, covered in animal feces and tied together in a 69er position.  Gunther and September took a rest.  Meanwhile, Wendsy and Hunter were still making love not too far away.

	                                        -Far Far Away-

	But far away in a distant (unknown) land…
	“AUGUST!”
	He barely could hear his name above the deafening roar of the approaching rapids and falls.  It was a struggle for life as well as trying to get to his love, Charlotte.  Neither was he doing very well.  The underwater rocks and boulders and logs of the rushing river assaulted his body, thrashing him good.  Charlotte had managed to cling onto a boulder, but it was slippery and she was losing her grip.  The current of the river was great and sought to bring the two humans to the river’s watery cliff.
	How they had come to be in the river in the first place was a little uncertain, he recalled crossing the mad flowing greenish river on a log, it was much much smaller than the great redwood Big Al had gone down on, it was a normal woodsy type tree.  It had seemed solid enough, the opposite end of which, though, was embedded deeply into the bankside--covered and concealed by huge amounts of overgrowth.
	Mid way across the log apparently began to give way.
	Charlotte, though, recalled seeing what appeared to be a greenish fog constricted to a 6-foot circle hovering above the log at the far end.  August could not recall such an occurrence, but he did not doubt her word.  But realized that he had not told the intricacies or idiosyncrasies of the Portals.
	Was that a possible way back to their normal time scheme?  Had he fucked it up and now they were destined to die after all--trapped in their bodies in his panel truck?
	Half of the river he had swallowed, his legs and body thrashed by the maddening river; he mad a mad grab for Charlotte’s outstretched hand; did grip it if only for a moment.
	The river had him.  It carried him away.  He saw her in the spray and white caps of the rapids, tormented at his loss.  There was nothing else to hang onto.
	As the river undercurrent tugged him ’neath the surface he saw Charlotte do the unthinkable.  She was safe, sort of.  If she were indeed with child, perhaps the pygmy fuckers wouldn’t kill and eat her--until they discovered she had given birth to a white baby instead of a jungle bunny.  But perhaps by that time she had have made friends or found a way to escape.
	But she chose not to try her fate with the pygmies, she instead let go her grip from the boulder.

	August had been on a few roller coaster rides--that same feeling of sudden drop overwhelmed him as he was hurtled down the falls.  A torrent of water cascaded all about him; the sensation, the feeling was terrific!  (or quite possibly horrific.)  
	There was no time for thought--only falling, tumbling, and a lingering grasp for trying to continue life.  No such luck.  There was nothing to grab.  He knew the falls plummeted some 100 feet before angling against the unseen rocks of the gorge into the chasm.  Would he possibly survive?  Would the incredible amount of water break his fall against the unseen rocks?
	If he could he somehow manage to survive the initial “fall”--what about the ride down to the river itself?  That was another 1,000 feet, at a 45 degree angle!  The rocks were probably indeed smoothed out by the river’s flow, but still…
	Suddenly he hit something.  Not rock hard, but something different.  It bounced.  Or he bounced.  Or something bounced.  He was “bounced” THROUGH the falls--in the direction of the cliff wall the falls hugged.
	But there was no wall, there was something of a cave.  And there, too, was something else to “bounce” in to that ultimately bounced him to a spongy surface.
	He lay still for several minutes, then--
	A shriek, a scream, and a yell.
	Charlotte.
	Charlotte came flying through the falls, hit the cargo netting and then was propelled onto the spongy surface of the cave.
	Cargo netting?
	August slowly focused, his eyes were all messed up, his heart still pounding tenaciously in his chest.  He was too weak to stand, but there was a cargo net--two of them, the first set was at the deafening falls just outside the crashing torrent of water.  The second set was just inside the cave.
	The cave.  There was a light source--glowing lichen, scree, mushrooms, and insect life.  August got a creepy feeling--it seemed kinda familiar.  
	August shook Charlotte laying beside him.
	“You alright?” he asked.
	She didn’t speak but gave him the One-Finger-Reply.
	August patted her ass.

	An hour, two, three?  Time was meaningless.  A driving headache, every bone in his body screaming in agony, it was time to move.  Darkness was coming beyond the falls, the interior of the cave remained illuminated if only dimly.  But it was cold, damn cold.
	The spongyness of the cavern floor was odd--a little gooey and made squeeshy sounds as they made their way along.  The cave went straight from the entrance some hundred feet or so, then began spiraling down.  Rivets of water trickled down the sides of the cave walls and along the floor.  There were areas were there were no illumination at all--but the spongy floor remained a constant until…
	The cave flattened out and went off into two separate tunnels.  One tunnel was bleak, dark, and smelled of rotting rot.  The other tunnel had a warmth gushing out of it.  August should have known better--the lesser of two evils and all that…
	Grasping Charlotte’s hand they made their way down the tunnel of warmth.  The spongy floor gave way to sand, grit.  The tunnel walls were littered with glowing lichen and glowing insect life.  There was a mustiness that lingered lifelessly about the sullen warm air.  A creepy feeling began to overwhelm August.  As they came to where the tunnel narrowed, “I’ve been here before.” he breathed.

	It seemed as though they had come to a dead end.  Charlotte rested against the volcanic/coral-like wall, August urinated on the opposite side, then stood staring at the end of the tunnel.  He moved his hand up and brought down a thick layer of mossy curtain.
	The spores stirred up from his tearing of the gray crinkly curtain nearly choked them to death.  When they regained their senses they peered out into a mammoth cavern.
	“Holy shit!” mouthed Charlotte.
	There was a HUGE opening at the far end, a beach-like shore, an incredible high ceiling, and most of all--a PIRATE ship nestled in the cove.
	“August, August, you alright?”
	August was not all right.  He was ashen.  As gray as the crinkly mossy curtain he had disturbed.  The pirate ship.  He searched the shore before breaking into a panicky sweat.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he murmured.
	“What?”
	He didn’t answer her, just stared at the debris strewn about the sandy shore, and the lone skeleton-like form with an arm draped about a rum barrel.
	“Charlie!” he bellowed.

	“Feet don’t fail me now!”
	Charlotte had a devil of a time keeping up, despite the fact that she was gripping August’s hand.  For some reason August was scared.  Very scared.  Scared to of his mind and wits and everything else.  There was nothing Charlotte could do but go along, they ran back towards the intersection.  Charlotte had just caught a glimpse of something moving along one of the ledges above the cavern cove, it was tall and looked something like a sea monster she had seen on tv one time.  
	At the intersection August paused a moment to catch his breath.
	When Charlotte had caught hers, “You wanna tell what the fuck that was all about?”
	He shook his head, sweating, panting, hands on his knees, trembling.
	“You said “I’ve been here before?”  You have, how?  When?”
	His nostrils flared, he shook his head, “In the beginning--with Charlie.”
	Charlotte stared at him, “That time you went to get the Device?”
	“Yeah.  Yeah, then.”
	“W-was that Charlie down on the shore?”
	“I-I think so.  Yeah.”
	Charlotte’s mind whirred in a blur.
	“Wow.” she finally said.  She took a moment more to catch her breath.  August had slumped to the floor, methodically playing with his pud, head back, panting.
	More time was needed to regain their collective selves.
	“That was a long time ago.” August said, “I-I don’t know what to do.”
	“I don’t think I understand.”
	“That’s okay,” August said with a smirking smile, “me neither!”
	“Maybe it’s a way back, out.”
	“Maybe.”  then, “Maybe it might be a way for me to nip myself, stop myself from going beyond the cave.”
	“What do you mean?”
	“Well, the first time--” he took a breath, reflected, then, “well, I-I sort of had a hell of time in the caves getting to the cove.  I had lost sight of Charlie long before that.  The crazy ole coot, he rambled on so, knew of secret passages, knew how to get to the “other side”, how to find gold, trinkets, and stuff like that.”
	“And did he?”
	“Naw, not so much as I could tell.  A few coins now and then, but--”
	“But what?”
	“Probably more or less he picked up the coins from that pirate ship.”
	They sat in silence for a bit more before August continued.	
	“Anyways, I found Charlie on the shore, just like he was back there we just saw.  He had drunk himself to death on that pirate rum.  I got a bad case of the heebie-jeebies and was on an exploratory trip anyways, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to go back the way I had come!”
	“Why not?” he hadn’t told her about the Cave Bandits, the creepy cave dwellers who played “tag” and were heavy into Butt Fucking stray lost souls.
	“Just safe to say I wasn’t too keen on it.  So I went out along the cave’s entrance and found the sea, a seashore, and a lush green hill.” a little at a time he regaled Charlotte with the rest of the Device’s story; the secretive governmental installation, his quasi acknowledgement of what he had in his possession.  But that didn’t come around until that fateful night when some time later he had ordered pizza, knocked the “laptop” off onto the floor and “zapped” the pizza delivery girl.
	“So what happens if you can stop yourself?”
	“I don’t know.”  then, “I don’t think I can anyways.”
	“Why not?”
	“Charlie’s a skeleton, mean’s he’s been there a really long time and that I’ve already come and gone.”
	“Hmmmm, maybe, maybe not.”
	“Now what do YOU mean?”
	“Well, this whole business of time tripping, I don’t understand it, but we ARE here.”
	“Yeah, and?”
	“Well, maybe there IS a way.” then, “If you’ve already come and gone, maybe it isn’t so late, maybe you can go back out and catch yourself.”
	August stared at her.  Then shrugged, maybe.  And maybe the Dodgers will move back to Brooklyn and win the Series!
	But then again, how much time HAD passed?  It was years before he really got to know the intricacies of the Device.  (hell, for that matter it was still a big guess!)  
	He had to admit--this was some strange set of coincidence.  Was it a part of the government’s plan?  Was it a brain aneurysm?  Was he hallucinating?  Was it real?  
	How could he tell?  Everything appeared to real; his skint up body could attest to that.  He was cold, wet, hungry, and totally fucked up in the head.  He stifled a yawn but ripped a butt blast.
	Charlotte smacked his knee--then she ripped one herself!
	“Well, our oppositions are to go into the stinky tunnel or go back up to the falls.”
	“Not gonna go back to the pirate cove?”
	“We might have overlooked something top side, a secret tunnel unseen, or there might be a way to get back up thru the falls themselves.”
	“And the pirate cove?”
	August stood, stretched, fondled his balls, scratched at his ass, “Gee, you know, SOMEBODY put those cargo net ropes there.”
	“Not gonna answer me, huh?” she extended a hand to him.  He pulled her up, gripped her, grabbed her ass and held her tight, “Could be those fucking fucking pygmy fuckers put those things there.”
	Charlotte smiled, then grabbed his dick and began making off towards the stinky tunnel.

                                      Bombastically Beyond Belief

	“Lick it!” bellowed the Master Tormentor.  Christine shook her head at the disgust, she retched and gagged, made lots of faces and in no way was she going to lick her cousin’s poop chute--especially after Jolene had just passed a loaf.
	Both girls were in a 69, both had taken a turn at being suspended off the back of the tow truck.  Both had been whipped with fan belts and shocked into utter delirium with battery cables attached to the truck’s battery.
	Their new horrid ordeal was to lick each others poop chute (this after the pooter had unloaded a healthy turd.)  Both Gunther and September were worn out--both girls they had fucked relentlessly, spanked, peed on, and fucked some more.  The day was waning and getting rather late--but Gunther was still fired up. 
	Very reluctantly Christine applied her tongue to Jolene’s funky rim and licked.  She violently retched and vomited.  September, after gnawing on some laxative bars, unloaded his bowels onto Jolene’s head.  Gunther showered the girls with his urine…
	Meanwhile, not far away, Wendsy and Hunter walked hand in hand, nakedly along the small woodsy stream.  After the initial fuck she had mounted him and fucked him.  Then along the creek side she put herself into a typical doggie-style position, Hunter was wise enough by this time and ram rodded her offering.
	Thereafter they lay on the clover, not talking, but being one with nature.  They listened to the birds, heard the commotion at the tow truck, listened to the stream of water gurgling along.  At length they collected their clothes (but didn’t put them on) and walked further into the woods.
	Not far did they have to walk before encountering something of interest:  voices firstly piqued Wendsy’s ears.  Paying attention she narrowed down the direction.  Hunter heard them not but happily accompanied his new love interest.
	At length Wendsy caught sight of “activity” just across the stream.  She and Hunter held themselves quietly in the bushes.  Soon Wendsy was able to sight in on the cause of the activity.  Direct line o’sight was not possible, they had to get closer.
	Downstream the two went, finding a spot that was kind to them to cross without becoming fully drenched.  Then, very cautiously they crept up the bank side until returning to the “activity site.”
	Here Wendsy & Hunter spied in on a family of three, a father figure with a boy and a girl.  The father was in walking shorts only.  A boy of eight-ish was already butt bare assed naked.  The little girl was in her pink & white panties, she was approx. six years young.  
	As she held her hands up to her chest, giggling and being semi-silly, the father lowered the tyke’s panties.  Wendsy reached to one side and found Hunter with a raging boner.  She fondled his cock and balls and continued to watch the family.
	Once she was just as nude as her brother, the father slipped off his shorts and brought the two nude kids in together for a group hug.  He cupped their young little asses then prompted the little girl to SUCK the little boy.
	She didn’t seem overly opposed, just embarrassed and giggled a lot.  But with strong urging and fatherly hand to her shoulder she bent over and latched her young mouth about her brother’s dinky.  The father began caressing the girl’s ass.  He placed her hands onto her brother’s ass, then he himself moved to be behind his young daughter, his cock was mighty stiff and “ready.”
	He didn’t put his erection into the girl’s back end, he instead continued to run and caress; then he went down and began licking her crack, finger fucking her.
	The boy humped his sister’s mouth, holding her head and bouncing into her mouth.  Both kids giggled and Hunter was to the point of ejaculating.  Wendsy moved her butt just so and guided his prong into her backdoor.  While Hunter fucked her asshole Wendsy continued her observing.
	Soon the father was pressing his manly fatherly cock against the little girl’s rear end, spanking her with it, gliding it up and down her crack before attempting penetration.  The girl held onto her brother’s hips, still sucking him.  The man had all kinds of determination on his face--all kinds.
	Not the whole length, but the head and an inch or so entered the child’s ass.  The man humped, rubbed the girl’s ass and backside, reached around and diddled her pussy, held her at the chest and humped until he began to spew moments later.
	He had both son & daughter lick his cock and balls clean.  He then lay down and brought the little girl onto his face whereupon he sucked on her pussy while the young boy mounted his father’s undying erection.
	It didn’t take long and the man was cumming up into his young son’s backdoor.  The boy eased off, fingering his fresh fucked pooter.  The father eased his naked daughter off and went down on his son; laying the boy out, pushing his legs back and devouring his cock and balls.
	The little girl came and squatted onto the boy’s face.
	Hunter creamed up into Wendsy’s ass.

	Also out in the open several hundred yards down from the family of three, a red convertible was seen.  Wendsy and Hunter went into naked stealth mode.  Creeping thru the rough they saw another interesting site:  two females.  One was with long flowing thick red hair.  She was very skinny, freckled naked A-cup breasts.  She was tall, creamy white skin, a flaming red bush betwixt her legs, a face full of sunshine (and freckles.)  She was approx. 18ish years old.
	With her was a girl with thick rich dark hair, very pleasing face, some Italian features, mystic blue eyes, very friendly looking, a dark bush, skin tone a little darker but clearly white.  She was not ultra skinny like the other, she was of average weight and height for her age group.  Her breasts hovering in the mid B-cup range.
	She appeared to be about 16 yrs young.
	The two were giggling but not talking.  The older one pulled out from the backseat a blue denim ditty bag.  From the bag she belt out a life-like cock!  It was equipped with hairless testicles, a very tan based cock (mulatto) and being some 8 inches in length!
	The girls gripped the phallic, fondled the balls and then took turns SUCKING it.  They rubbed it on their breasts then between their legs--with the older girl rubbing the fake cock between the younger girl’s legs.  She turned the younger girl about, she bent over, then the red head began poking and prodding the younger one’s asshole and gliding it up against her poon.
	Wendsy was not close enough to tell whether either girl was virginal.
	But that was about to be discovered in the next phase.
	After much ado with the cunt pleasing dildo, “Amy” pulled out Mr. Pleaser, an eight inch pliable strap-on.  Amy strapped the bad boy on, smacked her own ass and then applied a liberal amount of KY on the cock as well as onto her friend’s pussy and asshole.  
	Bonnie lay out on the ground on a blanket.  The day was getting on with the sun dipping behind the tallest pines.  Bonnie held her legs back and Amy applied cream and then stepped up on her knees, poking her asshole again before entering the teen’s pussy.
	Bonnie made faces, contorting greatly the gambit of Pain and Pleasure.
	Amy derived little pleasures from the strap-on, but reeled in the mixed signs of sexual emotion from her young friend.  Amy humped like a pro, smacking her ass and driving the cock into Bonnie’s quim.  Hunter again was hard.  Wendsy again moved into position, taking the boy’s prong to her cunny from behind.

	                                   Someplace Else I’ve Never Been

	The trek up the tunnel was not without its peril, either--there were unseen hazards; the interior of the tunnel was dark, the glowing lichen from the other tunnels was not so great here.  There was a dull light from the myriad of creatures clinging to the walls and ceiling, with eyes adjusted August and Charlotte precariously made their way.
	They stumbled on some broken crates and August cut his foot on a piece of metal.  There were other items that couldn’t be described, they were metal objects; some round, long, flat, jagged, and could only be determined to be “parts”--nothing recognizable as vehicle engine parts so August determined they were for some other sort of “engine.”
	But then again, he could be wrong.
	There were more boxes, wooden ones determined to be crates.  More metal and then a can.  August knew that not all cans were the same, “it could be dangerous.” he told Charlotte.
	“As dangerous as being gang banged by jungle bunnies?  As dangerous as a fucking river nearly killing me?” and she could of went on but August put his fingers to her lips.  ’Shut the fuck up.’ 
	He brought the can down onto the jagged edge of the piece of metal he had found.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed.
	It was icky--juicy--but then not so unfamiliar.
	With very little light it was difficult to tell--there was substance within the can.  Objects in a juicy liquid.
	Pineapple!  Cherries!  Peaches!  Mixed-Fruit!

	Madly they scrambled for other cans, and found some, plus a large box containing four cans plus an opener.  There were crackers and god-awful cookies.  Beans and weenies, more fruit medley, roast beef, and so on.  
	“Rations.” August explained.
	“What are they doing here?”
	August shrugged, he had no idea, but wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Sustenance was sustenance.  They were hungry!
	They also searched around feebly for any medical aid--like bandages and the like.
	No such luck there, though.
	Not until finding the exit of the tunnel.
	They were back into a jungle setting, bright sun, humid, muggy, a mustiness hanging lifelessly in the air.  There were many crates scattered about, broken open, rotting, crushed by what August determined to be from a drop.
	There was also something else.
	Two something elses.
	The first was a classic WWII vintage military jeep.
	It’s tires were virtually rotted off, the seats were thread bare, it was being overtaken by the jungle fauna.  Upon staring at it for a moment, August noticed something a wee bit curious.
	He at length merely determined that the lack of proper lettering/identification all la military protocol had merely faded due to the age of the environment.  The id tag inside the vehicle on the dash was damaged and unreadable as were most of the dash board indicators.  But nevertheless, he had an odd-odd feeling about it all.
	There was nothing of much use about the area, so they moved on to the Second Something Else.

	It was a plane.
	A big one.  A cargo plane.  Both of its wings had been sheered off and were already swallowed up by the jungle elsewhere.  The plane was virtually hidden by the jungle growth, but its form could still be ascertained as something like a C-140 or a Douglass class cargo carrier.
	Its side cargo door-hatch was opened, inside (as well as all over the jungle floor) was its cargo.  It appeared to August that it was a mix mash of supplies, troop supplies.
	Carefully he rummaged through, there wasn’t much to salvage though--in the way of clothes.  He did secure a blade, a survival knife.  A sidearm in a holster was useless.  Inside the cockpit of the aircraft he found a skeleton in the pilot’s seat, the clothes it wore were basically gone with time.
	Using jungle leaves the two made baskets to carry what was salvable.  Then they struck off once more while there was still daylight.
	“How is this happening?” queried Charlotte.
	“Whattya mean?” 
	“I guess I’m still trying to finger this whole experience out.”
	“Me too.” he answered with a smirk.

	One thing was for certain, August’s foot was infected.  There were many other hurtie-owies to go along as well; both August and Charlotte were in a sorry state of affairs physically.  ‘How was this happening?’  August still hadn’t a clue.
	“Look for a warble, a green warble.”
	“What?”
	“Er, I mean, it’s--uhm, I mean it’s a spacial displacement.”
	Charlotte stared at him.  They had come to rest in a small clearing, a cool pond was available, the air was hot and muggy, there was an odd stench lingering still lifelessly in the humid air.  August dunked his festering foot into the pond, he wished their were leeches or flies about--his foot seriously needed to be drained and the rot eaten away--flies were good for that.  (it was the only thing they were good for.)
	“Sooooo, if we should DIE here, someway or something, what about our bodies, back in the panel?  Do they die, too?”
	August stared at the sparkling water, furrowed his brow and upper lip, then shrugged.  “I really don’t know.”
	Charlotte gave him a long stare.
	Then, “Okay, what’s this fucking green warble you’re talking about?”
	“It’s a passage, a manner in which we can leave this current realm and sashay into the next--hopefully back to our original bodies.”
	“Where is it?”
	“Don’t know, it’s random and shows up wherever and whenever.” this was met with another long stare.
	“I-I hadn’t planned on such a long fucked up adventure, Char, honest.” he tried to make up for the whole shindig.  “I had hoped that you would come, give me some umph to heal up with the Device, then the portal would be nearby and viola!”
	“Viola!” she chirped.  She was not a happy camper.
	“And it’s entirely possible that if we CAN find a damn portal, all this will heal up.”
	“You mean by going thru you’ll be healed?”
	“Supposedly.”  then, “It’s happened before, I’ve been shot up and cut and broken, went thru a portal and I was okay.”  course, minutes later he encounter a highly pissed off bear that ripped him a new asshole, but that was different…
	“And you have no idea WHERE one of these “portals” are?  What about that cave place, the one with the fountain and stuff?”
	“Well, that’s a part of the Device’s transportation system.  I suppose the portal is, too.”
	“Can’t you get the Device to--to bring this portal thing up?”
	“Seems to be offline, and has been for a while, it only worked good against that Big Alice.”
	Charlotte wandered off into thought.  Then, “The Marshalls and Porters, and those fucking little jungle bastards--how are we, uhm, how did they, how are we all being?” 
	“Well, basically--it’s sorta like this--we, you and me, are in a parallel universe, occupying either someone else’s bodies, or physically have taken form and shape.  There IS a parallel, we’re here, so was Rick and Tom, the kids, and everything we’ve encountered so far.”
	“How did Rick and Tom get here?  How did those fucking little jungle bunny bastards get here, what about those--”
	“This is a parallel universe, co-existing with Earth.  It’s primarily all the same--er, happening on the same planet, but in a different time stream.  There are probably hundreds, thousands of “doorways” into this place.  And from what I’ve experienced, I’m thinking it’s kind of like a mini maze, a--”
	“A maze?”
	“Yeah, I mean in that--” he sighed, he couldn’t explain it, so he drew it on the ground.  In the dirt he made a large square, then lines forming boxes, irregular boxes.  “Okay, the way I see it is that there are mini-multiple universes here, existing here.  Each universe,” he said tapping the boxes he had drawn, “are different time lines.”
	“Who’s?”
	“Who’s what?”
	“Who’s time line?”
	“Uh, ah, well, I don’t exactly know that, I don’t think it matters.  Not sure.  I mean, I’ve been in the 1930s, 1880s, 1950s.”  then, “Stuff is happening, stuff I remember from history.  It’s a sort of time travel I suppose.”
	Charlotte asked no more questions.  With some banana leaves she wrapped August’s foot after a good soaking and some “draining”.  They were still naked, their bodies had tanned somewhat, there were numerous cuts and bruises, scrapes and skints.  They had food, that was a plus, a bonus.  Charlotte lay back digesting what had happened thus far and August’s explanation of it.
	August watched her sleep, he banged his head back into the tree behind him, hoping to possibly bring up the HUD.
	No such luck.  All it did was give him a headache.

                                      Simple Attributes & Puppy Love

	Back across the river the two nude travelers steadily made their return trip back to the tow truck.  Wendsy assumed that with the two teens and the little girls Gunther and September would be kept busy enough.
	Wendsy and Hunter continued to hold hands, they walked in silence, thoughts to their own.  Hunter paused every now and then, taking a look at nature, pissing on a bush, picking a stone or sticker out of his foot.
	Just as Wendsy began to stoop to go under a log overcrossing their path, Hunter paused, “Wait, I hear something.”
	Wendy stooped back up and listened.
	Birds.  Chipmunks.  Wind through the boughs of the trees.  The nearby creek.  And voices.  
	The voices were distant, carried along on the wind current.
	But that was not what had gotten Hunter’s attention.
	There was crying.  Someone was close by and crying.  A child-like cry.
	Wendsy and Hunter scurried through the thick growth, narrowing down the source of the crying which was more like whimpering.  And they found it.  It was indeed a child, about three years young, lost and alone.  She was very frightened, cut up and scratched, very scarred.  Hunter looked about and saw no one.
	“She must of wandered off.” Wendsy assumed.  She scooped the child up and carried her back to the creek.  She was not well dressed for venturing out into wilds of a thick deep forest; a short sleeved white & pink cotton shirt, short pink shorts, sandals.
	She was a blond headed child, blue eyes with pink ribbons, her hair was curly and down to just her shoulders.  Wendsy eased the child’s clothing off, paused momentarily to glance at Hunter standing nearby--he indeed had a boner going on.  The child was still upset about her disposition and not overly concerned about Wendsy and Hunter’s nudity.
	Wendsy slid the child’s pink panties down, Hunter bit his lip then squatted down for a nice looksee.  Wendsy applied some cool water to the child’s face, washing her hands and knees.  Wendsy at length turned the child about, facing in, thusly presenting the child’s ass to an aroused Hunter.  He looked at the child’s bum, lusting.  
	Wendsy locked the child under her arm, caressed her bottom and held a cheek.  It was an offering and Hunter hesitated only momentarily.  His stout schlong he pressed, poked, and prodded against the ultra virgin rim of the three year old, but with steady determination he began a steady penetration.
	Wendsy said nothing but merely looked to Hunter.  She held the wiggling little girl still on the ground while Hunter sized her up.  Her little legs were held and locked back.  Hunter had just finished poking the child’s anus, he hadn’t cum or come close, just humped her rim for a bit and pulled out.
	Hunter was now well aware of what was to happen nextly.  He was apprehensive, sure Wendsy didn’t really expect him to fuck the little girl’s pussy?  She was too young.  wasn’t she?
	Wendsy fingered the child’s cunny, moving her own body to settle onto the girl’s face, locking her flailing legs under her arms and beckoning Hunter to do something.  The boy hesitated but ultimately brought his prong against the wiggling child’s cunny and began humping.
	Wendsy pressed the prong into the child’s slit.  Hunter went on in, closing his eyes and penetrating.  Wendsy wriggled on the child’s face, and she began to pee.  The child went ballistic and screamed up into Wendsy cunny.  Which only incited Wendsy into a near orgasmic state.  Hunter guided his cock into the child’s poon and humped his fill.

	Returning to the tow truck site, all seemed well.  Seemed.  The little kids were still in the cab and apparently hadn’t been “touched” yet.  Yet.  Gunther and September were dressed, September smoking a cigar while Gunther puffed on a doobie.
	“Where the fuck you been?” bitched Gunther.
	Hunter gulped.  
	Wendsy didn’t answer him, pursed her lips and stared at him.  She & Hunter held the little hands of the sniveling little girl, Andrea.  Gunther backed off and changed his demeanor, “You missed all the fun.” he quirked.  Hunter looked around but didn’t see the two teen girls.
	Gunther ambled over, squatted and looked at the little girl.
	“And what do we have here?” he smiled, eyes rolling over her, noting the simple fact that her young cunny seemed freshly broken.  All three kids were still butt bare assed naked.
	Gunther caressed the child’s ass, admired her up and down and nodded that he was well pleased.  Hunter moved to the truck and began dressing.  Wendsy followed.  Gunther brought the hapless little wonder to the cab, paused and listened.
	Wendsy and Hunter paused and listened, too; voices.
	Voices and another helicopter.
	“We need to make tracks, soon.”
	Hunter paused a moment to take one final pee before loading up, his eyes fell on something in the tall grass by some stump trees.  His eyes bulged and his piss stream suddenly ceased.  A pair of hands, sticking up from the disturbed ground.
	He lost his breath and couldn’t function.  
	Gunther suddenly was behind him, placing his big hand on the boy’s shoulder.  “Never mind about them, now, boy, get in the truck, we gotta scat.”

	                                      Quality Time

	A gentle rain had begun to fall, that helped eliminate the horrendous sulfur-like smell that had lingered in the stale air.  It had been noted, too, that the sky was a curious shade of orange.  Everything else seemed normal, just the sky was askew.
	Birds and other various jungle-type animals were heard, but not seen.  And no matter how hard he strove neither August or Charlotte could see them.  It creeped them out.  But then again the whole situation creeped them out.
	Seeking shelter under an impromptu lean-to they waited out the supposedly brief storm.  A small fire was created, August’s boy scout training back in action--this after an off-handed comment “You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette lighter up your butt, would you?” to wit Charlotte looked at him coldly.
	‘Guess not.’
	But with a small fire going, sheltered, the two snuggled up together, having had their fill of military-style like c-rations.  The constant pelting of rain on the thick banana leaves soon grew to a minor annoyance rather than anything else and the two succumbed to a much needed sleep.
	The rainstorm was indeed short lived.  Both souls, however, were too tired to move on.  Besides, it seemed to be a “moment” and why spoiled it?  They continued to hug and hold one another.  That was nice.  Charlotte appreciated it, it gave them some time to calm down--it had been a whirlwind adventure since they had come into this friggin’ place!
	Charlotte was an educated woman, she was open minded and was no fool; she was many things but she was NOT a fool.  But the concept of accepting for gospel the fact that the Earth was not a whole scope and was actually a conjecture of mini worlds?  That was a hard one to swallow.
	The rain had come and gone and it didn’t take long for the humidity to return.  It was cool for a little while, though.  Charlotte left August, he was sleeping, he still needed some serious medical attention, but then so did she; numerous hurtie-owies of this nature and that.  
	She still tried to grasp how SHE, herself, was in such a place.  It didn’t make since.  How did the airplane get there?  How did the Marshalls & Porters?  The big dinosaurs, how the fuck did they get wherever the fuck they were!?
	At the nearby pond she squatted, peed, drank some of the water, then wandered about to stretch her legs.  Suddenly the ground left her and she went tumbling down a small hill.  Sliding wildly she panicked and freaked out, grabbing at anything hoping to stop her plummet to an unknown certainty.
	She managed to grab a holt of something, an exposed tree root.  She managed to get her breath back--long enough to pull her self up and try to swing up around the base of the great moss covered tree.
	She lost some footing and mad wild grabs again--this time grabbing onto the skeleton form of some one unable to leave the new parallel world.
	She screamed.  A lot.  And loudly.  The skeleton was dislodged from where it had been crammed and fell on her.  Not good.  Charlotte bellowed greatly and those unseen critters heard but not seen fluttered and scampered from trees and bushes.
	August came to her rescue.  Sort of.  He had heard her screams, but didn’t know exactly where she was.  He was in a feverish daze as it was.  (and stepped in the coals of the fire.)  
	He too lost his footing at the top of the unseen hill and went sailing on his bare ass arms & legs akimbo (flying wildly).  He got smacked by several unfriendly saplings.  He finally saw the Love of his life and grabbed her as he sailed by.  They both then went for a ride.
	The hill was not as “small” as first thought.

	Their wild escapade finally (and abruptly) ended with a “splash down.”  A HUGE pond they went sailing into--they were mid air for several seconds, it was like a ski-run that propelled them out and upwards.  Then natural gravity took over and they plunged flailing into the very brisk (and deep) pond.
	It was all for one--a maddening scramble to find shore and keep from drowning.  August managed, mostly grabbing Charlotte’s hair and dragging her.  Shore was up on a mossy bank, but there were plenty of exposed roots to grab onto.  That helped.
	Something in the murky green water nudged August’s ass.  To say the least he was all kinds of motivated--all kinds.  He pushed and shoved Charlotte getting her up onto the bank, all the while kicking madly at whatever was trying to goose him.
	Suddenly he was grabbed, something grabbed his foot and pulled him down ‘neath the surface.  It was a maddening scramble to keep awareness, and to keep from drowning.  Neither he was doing with much success.  The pond water was too disturbed and murky to make much of what was attached to his foot.  He hadn’t had proper time to get a breath, either.  
	There was a commotion about him, other than himself.  Charlotte?  Another foot-grabber?  He fought to get to the surface to catch a breath, that would help.  
	Nothing was working, however, he felt an immense pressure in his chest and a thunder in his ears.  Darkness filled his vision and a very uncomfortable sensation seethed throughout his body; it felt like a million tiny ice picks were pricking his skin.
	Then the darkness swallowed him.

	“Don’t you die on me, August Moone!  Don’t you fucking dare!” Charlotte pounded his chest, rolling him onto his side and striking his back.  Whether on his own or involuntarily he retched and spat out the pond water.  She could find a pulse or heart beat or any other sign of life.
	In a panic she did CPR until finally he gurgled and spat out water and goo.  He was a mess, physically and mentally.  Charlotte was no good at the boy scout thing, so there was no fire.  She sat by the heaving August Moone, weeping.
	“Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again!” she bitch royally at him.  August was barely conscious and didn’t pay her any mind.  In his eye sight he saw yellowish twinkling lights like snowflakes.  He heard wind chimes and smelled something like a backed up toilet.
	He heaved for a long time, it felt as though a great fat ass was sitting on his chest, one of those wrestling fucks or sumo bastards.  He couldn’t move, he tingled.  That had not been a good experience.