The dazzling beams of the approaching vehicle penetrated the darkened woods, illuminating the massive trees that draped their branches menacingly over the narrow road where the car was travelling.
As he approached a familiar clearing, Dennis Carter pulled over to one side and killed the engine. Without bothering to acknowledge his travelling companion, he climbed out and walked around to the back of the car.
“Oi, Dennis, what you doin’ now?”
He could hear Sharon Spate’s whining tone coming from the front passenger seat as he opened the boot and removed the old blanket he kept there for such occasions.
Although he found his passenger’s voice intensely annoying at the best of times, Dennis understood sacrifices had to be made if you wanted a decent screw, and Sharon had already proved he
