Taken by Two
now-familiar threat of being tossed to reptiles, which had terrified me for days, I now realized was simply his twisted sense of humor. I refused to admit to him that my phobia of slithering creatures, especially snakes, was certifiable.
    I wanted to ask more about Rex’s past, and his relationship with Nate, but either he was fast asleep, or pretending to be in order to ignore me. Still processing the last few hours with this enigmatic man, I nudged up next to him, inhaling the manly scent I was beginning to like—like a lot .
     
    “Morning, sunshine!” He was shaking me and yanking at the sleeping bag. “Get your lazy ass up, we’re moving out.” One of my eyes opened. Rex was hovering over me, agitated and threatening. “Now!” he hissed. His semi-sweet bedside manner from the night before had dissipated with the rising of the burning sun. “Yes, sir,” I grumbled, sliding from the comfort of the covers.
    He reached into a pocket and pulled out a tiny bar of something. “Breakfast,” he said as he opened the crinkly wrapper. I reached out for it—I wasn’t into granola bars, but I was starving. “We’re sharing it, sweetheart. This is all the food we have until we catch lunch.” He broke off a third of the bar and tossed it toward me. “You don’t share so fairly,” I mumbled as I chewed at the bland, dry cereal bar. “You’re a third my size, you get a third—fair is fair. We could wrestle for it if you’d rather?” He winked at me as he devoured his share in two bites.
    “Follow my lead out there—if word gets out that Penelope Sedgewick is here, we’re all in trouble.” I nodded, rolling up the sleeping bag. “Where can I pee?” I asked sheepishly. My head still throbbed, but at least I finally had enough to drink that I needed to release it.
    “I’ll take you, but can you wait two secs while I pack up?”
    In minutes, the tent and all of his belongings were packed into a heavy backpack. I was tossed a flimsy day-sack before he led me toward the group of campers. The anxious men hovered around us in a circle—staring. None of them spoke until Rex gestured to one of the younger ones. “Joe, can you start the guys walking—head due north. We’ll catch up.” He turned to me and pointed toward some tall vegetation near camp, “That way, sis .”
    “Sis?” I asked when the others were out of earshot. “I told them you were my step-sister, Joanie. After I found you yesterday, I quickly made up a story that my mom was staying with me and kicked you out into the jungle. I couldn’t think of any other reason I’d have an unprepared woman out here.” After walking several feet into the dense foliage, he pointed to a flattened area. “Sorry, no running water for you, Princess.”
    I was used to luxury, and had never camped out before, but I’d been known to party hard and squatting to pee outside wasn’t new to me. Rex stood in front of me with his hands on his hips waiting. “I can’t go with you watching!” I complained. He sighed in exasperation before turning his back to me. “You’re high maintenance, lady. I’ve seen your lovely waxed snatch twice already, who the fuck cares if I see you piss?” I managed to lower the too-tight borrowed jeans enough down my thighs to squat and pee, Rex fidgeting the whole time impatiently.
    “I need to wipe, do you have…?”
    He sighed again before exhaling, “Grab a leaf, and do try to avoid one with something that bites on it.”
    I reached for a nearby frond of some lush palm—it did work fairly well as impromptu toilet paper.
    “I’m not high maintenance. It’s not easy to just let loose with someone watching.” I zipped the jeans and stood. Rex turned to face me, and in one quick motion pulled open the button-fly of his canvas cargo pants. “It’s a bodily function, sweetheart, it’s nothing special,” he barked. My eyes were glued to his crotch as he flopped out the most massive penis I’d ever seen in my life—in

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