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impersonating a gorilla, too. Scratching his armpits, beating his chest, and bouncing around on bowed legs. What a child he could be. A funny child, but a child, nonetheless.
    “Geez, Edison,” Steinman said from somewhere behind her. “And you wonder why she broke up with you.” She smiled and walked the rest of the way to her tent while Edison and Steinman argued about who needed to mind their own business and who was just an idiot. Janice’s vote for both went to Edison.
    ***
    Moretz watched Janice slip into her tent. Edison was half-right; Colby was obviously on some sort of alpha male kick and wanted to boss everyone around. Who gave a fuck if the guy was a marine once? He certainly wasn’t one anymore, and Moretz had more intelligence in his little finger than Colby had in his whole brain. Why Anzer, a relatively smart guy, would hire such a dimwitted goon was beyond him.
    But Edison only said that to try and get Janice back, and that was his mistake. Janice would never take him back, and why would she? Janice belonged with Moretz. Sooner or later she’d figure that out, too, and then the rest of the guys could stop fawning all over her.
    Moretz stood at the window of his and Steinman’s tent and stared at the half-open flap of Janice’s. What was she doing in there? Changing clothes, maybe? Getting her things together for a shower in the community stall? He pictured her naked for the thousandth time. What would her nipples look like when she got undressed? Would they poke out? Probably. His hand found its way to his crotch. He wasn’t surprised to note the bulge hiding underneath his khakis. After all, that’s what happened when a man got aroused, wasn’t it? His dick got hard.
    In this case, it was hard as a fucking rock . Moretz unzipped his pants and stroked himself as he watched Janice’s tent, imagining all sorts of scenarios in which the two of them could find ecstasy. He pictured tying her to a tree and taking her. She would wriggle against the ropes and push back against him with her hips. Sure, she might pretend she didn’t want it, but he knew better. He saw how she looked at him sometimes.
    He stroked himself harder and felt the building sensation in his nethers that signaled his upcoming climax. When it came, his whole body shuddered as his semen spilled over the fingers of his right hand and plopped onto the floor of his tent.
    As his breathing returned to normal, he looked around for something to clean up with. He settled on a towel and started to wipe up his mess when Allen poked his head into the tent.
    “Hey Moretz,” Allen said. “We’re going to need some help with - oh, come on! Not again. What are you, a spider monkey?”
    Moretz scrambled to cover his naked crotch and clean his spooge off the tent wall at the same time. “Go away, Allen.”
    “The guys just came back with Jared’s severed foot, for crying out loud. How can you be so amorous at a time—”
    “Leave me alone, Allen.”
    “That can’t be good for you, Moretz. You’re going to burn out your testicles or something. They could—”
    “Go the fuck away, I said!” Moretz shot the portly entomologist the finger.
    “Not to mention the extra strain on your biceps, triceps, and—”
    “Go away, damn it!” Moretz threw a shoe at Allen’s head and missed.
    Allen grunted and pulled his head out of the tent. Moretz heard his footsteps in the dirt as he walked away. “Just make sure you clean it up. You know how Steinman is.”
    Moretz mouthed a swear word at Allen’s back as the fat bastard walked away. What would he know, anyway? He hadn’t been with a woman since his Senior Prom, if even then. Moretz finished cleaning up the rest of his cum and pulled his underwear back over his cock.
    He shivered as the tip, still sensitive, brushed against the cotton of his boxers. As he zipped up his khakis he imagined what it would feel like to have Janice’s tongue clean up the rest of his sperm, milking his cock with