Chapter Fifty Two
The men stepped from the trees, arms linked about each other’s necks, stumbling and laughing. Sharing the joke. The others gathered ‘round to share in the explicit details: Has she got nice t**s? Was she tight? Did you do her in the ass? And Ashwin passed the bottle to the conquerors. They deserved a drink, by God! The men ducked into the lean-to shelter to kickback, rest and gloat. The bottle made its way around and they started eyeing the volleyball players with new interest; the girls staring back, horrified, like startled sheep in the holding pen.
Later, Angie emerged from the trees.
Beseeching eyes turned to her but she looked away, her face lowered in shame. Dirty and scuffed and holding her torn shirt together across her breasts, she limped to one side to sit ap
