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long?”
    “Maybe four or five days.”
    “Are there bears?”
    “Lots. And wildcats and rattlesnakes.”
    “What about wild mountain men?” she laughed.
    “Sure. Just like in ‘Deliverance’.”
    She put her arm around his waist and looked up at him, smiling, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
    He kissed her lightly, “Only about five times since breakfast.”
    They paid for the gasoline and map and, holding hands, went out to their car. Willy watched them drive away. He fingered the outside of his pants and felt his stiffening cock. “New Corolla and we know just where the fuck you’re goin’,” he said to himself.
    “Wild mountain men, the kid got that right only he didn’t have no idea how wild. That hot cunt in them white shorts…she’s comin’ right to us just like the good Doctor said she would.” He remembered his recent instructions from Doctor Bruno. Ms. C. had told him to call the Doctor’s private number at a specified time. Doctor Bruno described the girl and the boy she would be with as well as the car. Willy and his partners were to hold the girl for a week. He’d made it clear that the purpose was to make her so terrified of being sent back to them she would do whatever would be demanded of her.
    Before heading toward the Yolla Bollys, Willy stopped at the Red Bluff Post Office and asked for the boxes addressed to Albert Barnett of Weston. He showed the clerk Albert Barnett’s altered driver’s license. Willy’s face appeared where Albert’s once had been. The mail clerk put two small boxes into a large one and placed it on the counter. Willy thanked him and went out to his truck. He guessed the boy and his young wife were twenty minutes ahead of him. No matter. He had a very good idea where they’d be two days from now. He and Sam would find them. He patted the box on the seat beside him and smiled. “Two birds with one stone,” he said. Before starting the truck he dialed a number on his cell phone.
    “Yes?”
    He recognized the voice immediately. He should have known. No one ever answered this number except the Doctor himself.
    “They’s here,” Willy said.
    “Good. Follow the plan. Remember you boys can do what you want, but don’t have intercourse with her, don’t fuck her.”
    “What about her ass? What about her blowin’ us?” Willy asked.
    “Yes you can have her ass and mouth,” He paused, then added, “Don’t do anything to her that won’t heal. Keep her for a week. At the end of the week I’ll phone you with the arrangements to have her delivered.”
    “What about the boy?”
    “Do whatever is required but don’t kill him. He might be necessary during the next training period. After that, we’ll see.” Doctor Bruno clicked off.
    Willy shook his head and laughed out loud. “The doc is a man of his fucking word! We get to keep the hot little bitch for a week!” He remembered the last woman they had. It was before they’d even heard of doc. That was eight years ago. He tried to recall her name:” Barbara…Brenda? He wasn’t sure. They knew her as Fat. Fat she was. Fat and toothless, a goddamn slob. You could put a fist in her pussy and not touch the sides. But she passed on…yeah, passed on eight years ago. After Fat they made a plan. Next time they would get something prime, something young and juicy. Something hot. They’d get them a college girl. They messed up on one and she got away. There was the blonde, but the accident happened before they had any fun with her. Then one night about a month ago C put them in touch with Doctor Bruno. He had a job for them. How lucky could they be!
    Now, the college girl bride was on her way to the Rolly Bollys and the Trinity River, heading into the wilderness moving closer every minute toward Sam. Yeah, that sweet young ass was theirs and her husband was icing on the cake, what Doctor Bruno would call their leverage.
    With a half hour of daylight left, Willy Snead swung off a dirt road twenty