I wouldn't be able to live with myself if we don't.” “Ok, you know that I trust you one hundred percent. If you say that they are in danger, I believe you.” I reassured her. “The question now is, what can we do?” “I don't know.” She admitted. I thought about it for a minute. There was only one thing that I could think of, and it might end badly for me. I took a deep breath, and sighed. “Go get on the boat. Text Cindy. Tell her that once things start, to grab Candice, and the kids, and get to you on the boat.” I told her. “Once they're onboard, just go. Don't wait for me.” “What are you going to do?” She asked. “Something that probably should have happened twenty years ago.” I said. “Except he's not in my head anymore.” “Just be careful.” She said, giving me a kiss, and running off to the boat. I went back to our table, and filled the rest of the girls in on what was going on. They all agreed to help me. They were going to spread out along the sandbar, and point them in the right direction once they made it out there. They were also going to bring the couple kid's toys out with them to use to “accidentally block” anybody that might be chasing after them. I waited for them to move out. Kim told them that she had to use the bathroom, collage and would catch up to them. I watched Cindy, waiting for her to check her phone. It was a few minutes before she pulled it out, and looked at it. She scanned the area while she was putting it away until she spotted me, and nodded. I looked out towards the sandbar, and saw the girls in position. I took another deep breath. “Here we go.” I said to myself, and made my way over there. I was right about the cooler being filled with beer. I could smell it a couple of dozen feet away as I approached. “Well, well, well if it isn't the old football crew. You all are just hanging out, village away from everybody else, thinking that you're still better than us I see. Reliving your high school glory days, back when you all had six packs, instead of those pony kegs that you're all sporting now.” I said to all of them. “Just never became anything after high school, indian is that it? Living in the past, back when you were actually something?” That caught all of their attention. All three of Matt's goons got up, and was ready to come after me. Matt stood up as well, and stopped them. “And, who the fuck are you again? I've seen you with Heather, Kim, outdoor and the rest of those welfare cases. What, are you tapping all of them to get a little piece of their state checks?” He asked, laughing as he took a few steps toward me. “Commanders, thank collage you for meeting with me on such outdoor short notice,” Murph said saluting. After a bit, she pulled away. "Desperate or they just love war." I huffed out a breath when his hand didn't touch me. Instead, I felt the refrigerator shake slightly and a blast of cool air hit my face. As soon as the words leave his mouth, Catherine’s couple expression village goes from anxiety to shame to panic to bewildering to puzzling; all in a matter of seconds. More time passed as he just sat against his large form, his warm fur holding him dearly, nearly dream-like. They obediently righted her, but instead of setting her down so she could stand, they pried apart her knees and moved her over to him. Murph smiled, walking with him to the elevator, “Works for me.” It had that sweet delight mixed with that cantaloupe flavor. I watched his intrigued face. “So you’re taking Janis to the Party.” I felt someone kick me under the table. “Fuck, that’s really turning me on” she moaned, her hands returning to my back, her hips slowing from her frantic dry indian humping to a sensual gyration. They had then taken her clothes and left them in the boy's room at the end of the hall.