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Fuck, we didn 't have a ride. I tried to remember how long we'd driven from the last little town before we reached the campground. Long enough it would take hours to walk, no doubt. And now that I'd opened my mouth, the insane Preacher certainly wouldn't let me back out of it.
    " Sounds like a good plan." Steve was undeterred. As far as he was concerned, anywhere but here was the fairgrounds, with or without wheels.
    There was nothing else to say at that point, nothing I could think to say, wanted to say. I just wanted to go in the tent and hold Tara. Make love to her. Think about all this other shit later. And eat. I was fucking starving for that rabbit sizzling on the fire.
    We ate "dinner" after the preacher said his sermon-on-the-mount-long grace with Steve mmhmming and amening with every-fucking-word. I mean how much thanks can you give in one sitting? Weren't there rules to that? Limits? Felt like testing God's divine patience if you asked me. Did he really think God needed or wanted all that shit? Was sitting on his throne with an audience of angels, collecting those precious words in vials of holy fire to set on a shelf of awe and glory? It was like being stoned to death slowly. With words.
    The only satisfaction I derived was being able to hold Tara 's hand through it. I made love to her palm with my thumb, silently praying alongside the preacher that he'd hurry the fuck up so we could eat and I could have Tara.
    Finally, miraculously, that time came and wild rabbit filled my mouth to the brim. The meat was tender on the inside once I managed to gnaw through the outer layer. My jaws ached by the time I finished my third bite, but otherwise, it was pretty fucking tasty. And that pot of freeze dried vegetables and rice had turned into a thick savory stew.
    There was something about eating outdoors for me, like survival instincts kicked in and had me devouring every mors el like it might be my last. I became aware of Tara's eyes on me and looked at her, finding her gaze narrowed in concern. I leaned and kissed her on the nose to assure her I was fine, then downed my drink in loud gulps.
    As soon as Tara finished I stood and drew her up. "I'm taking Tara for a walk to the stream. Everything okay here?"
    The preacher sucked loudly on a bone and grinned without looking at me. "Everything is dandy . Don't get lost. Back here in thirty minutes. I wouldn't want to have to hunt you down, tie you up, and haul your ass back to camp where you'll spend the entire night in the elements without bug repellent."
    I stared at him, fully aware he was outlining the discipline should we try to escape. "I'm not running," I said, matter-of-factly. Not now. Not yet.
    " Good."
    Steve stood. "Guess I'll…"
    " Clean the dishes," the preacher helped in an ominous tone.
    " Yeah. Clean the dishes."
    " Maybe you can sing us a song when we get back?" Tara's soft words came with a quick rub along his upper arm as she nodded at him.
    Steve nodded back, looking suddenly grief-stricken. "But…I thought we were going into town?"
    " Yes, we are," I said. "So…get those dishes done."
    He grinned, back to thrilled. "Yes sir." He even gave a salute.
    I led Tara into the woods, angling toward the noise of the stream. I knew I was going too fast, practically dragging her, but I couldn't force myself to slow down. As soon as I was sure we were way out of earshot, I turned and caught her in my embrace, lifting her off the ground in a tight hug. She let out a huge gasp and wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, pulling my hair, her breaths shuddering hard with her own need. I let her hold on to me and held her face, diving on her mouth, tasting as fast and as much as I could.
    " I need you," she gasped around my desperate feasting.
    " Fuck, me too."
    " Where… where can we…" she fought to speak while I made passionate love to her mouth. "…do it."
    I reluctantly set her down and half ran toward that stream. The ground sloped steeply