1. The Island, Chapter 31


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    towels into a backpack, I decided to prepare a gift for our hostesses. I still had over a quart of high-octane moonshine that I hadn’t returned to Rodney. I figured he could always make more, and decided for the common good of our hunters, and by extension the whole camp, I would donate it to the hunting camp (at least that’s the reasoning I used to justify it). Since it wasn’t ideal for sipping as is, especially for a bunch of teenaged girls, I figured I’d make a little tropical punch. I cracked open a couple of coconuts and poured the liquid from inside into the mix, as well as cutting up and mashing a couple of mangoes into it for some flavor. The result was pretty tasty, if I did say so myself, and no longer made your eyes water when you drank it. “I told Jared if he needed us to have someone come to the upper pool of the stream and blow a whistle or something,” Janie told me. “I know their camp is around there somewhere. We’d be able to hear that.” “Haven’t you been there before?” “Yeah, but they blindfolded me. It was part of the fun. Weren’t you there, too?” “Uh, yeah, but I didn’t get to see the way there, either.” I was knocked out at the time, I didn’t say. In short order our escorts arrived, carrying a platter of shark steaks ready to be cooked, and some fruit. Our group assembled on the game trail by the pool. Danielle was with us, hobbling along on her crutches, and I was surprised to see Emma and Megan coming along, too. I nudged Janie and nodded at them. Her ...
    eyebrows raised, and I whispered, “They play for the all-girl team as well.” “More fun for me, too bad for you!” she murmured. I pinched her ass and she jumped, laughing. We trooped up to the upper pool, and then the girls began blindfolding their guests. “This is our tradition,” Hannah said. “Nobody but team members get to know where the camp is.” We submitted, the air of mystery adding a little spice to the expedition. After turning us around a few times like we were playing pin the tail on the donkey, the girls led us each by hand through the jungle for ten minutes or so. When we stopped, we were told we could take off the blindfolds. Things now looked a little different than the first time I was here. They had collected logs and rocks to make a ring of seats around a fire pit, in which coals were already glowing. A lot of brush had been cleared away from the small clearing they had appropriated. A large bin from the airliner sat off to the side, filled with water. Spears were propped up against a horizontal branch, and newly constructed bows hung on a couple of broken-off branches on another tree. A pile of fruit sat near the water barrel. Beyond that lay a stack of airline cushions and towels. As I turned around, taking in the panorama, I discovered why Alexis hadn’t come with us. She’d been here the whole time, presumably helping to prepare things. Now she greeted us, and I was pleasantly surprised to see her naked as a jaybird. “Welcome to camp!” she called out happily, ...
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