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coats on hooks behind the cabin door and disappeared into the small kitchen.
    “Dave, Frank, get in here!”
    “What the hell happened?” Dave strode into the center of the kitchen and turned around slowly. The kitchen was gutted. No stove, no fridge. It was a mess. The cabinet doors hung half off the hinges. Frank cursed in disbelief.
    Dave sank into one of two rickety chairs and shook his head.
    “My grandmother hasn’t been here for years, and the last time my grandfather was here was when I was just a kid. He left me the cabin when he passed away last year. The son of a bitch caretaker must have been ripping them off all this time!” He slammed his fist on the table. “When I get my hands on him, I’ll kill him!”
    He stood, opened up one of the few cabinet doors not falling off and brought out a broom and dustpan.
    “Shari, can you sweep up while I go through the cabinets and see if there’s any kind of food left? Marcie, please check the other rooms and see if there’re any blankets or sheets in the bedrooms? We’ll be stuck here for at least tonight.”
    Marcie hurried off and Frank took a crushed box of kitchen matches from the counter.
    “There’s some firewood in the other room. I’ll get a fire going. Just for added warmth.”
    “Thanks, bro.” Dave ran his fingers through his hair. “Sorry things got so fucked up.”
    “No problem. Things happen.”
    * * * *
    “Well, we have tuna fish, several cans of soup, some crackers whose freshness date expired two years ago, some instant coffee, tea, a couple of cans of creamed corn, an unopened jar of peanut butter, honey, dried potato flakes, a half-empty canister of sugar, some salt, and, most important of all, a flashlight and a can opener.”
    Shari laughed. “I wanted to lose some weight, just didn’t plan on doing it this way.”
    “You’re perfect. I like a woman with something to hold onto.”
    Dave snagged her around the waist and drew her back against his chest. He sank into one of the chairs and cupped her breasts, slipping his hands beneath her pullover sweater.
    No bra.
    He groaned.
    “Dammit, Shari, you know what touching you does to me. Why didn’t you wear a bra?”
    She spread her legs so that she was riding his thigh. He could feel the dampness right through his jeans.
    “Fuck, are you wearing any underwear?”
    “I thought you’d let someone else do some of the driving.” She turned her head and bit his ear. “I wanted to be ready.” Her nipples pebbled in his hands. “You should have let Frank take a turn.”
    He slid one hand beneath the elastic waistband of her skintight ski pants and slipped his finger between her swollen folds. “We can’t do this. Frank or Marcie will be back any second.” He pressed down on her clit. “Tease. You know I can’t make you come now.” He grunted as she wriggled in his arms.
    “Later.” He withdrew his hand and brought it to her mouth. “Just a little something to whet your appetite. Taste.”
    She licked his fingers, swirling her tongue around each one, nipping and sucking them. She grinned. “And that’s from me to you.”
    “Did you do this to all your lovers?” He pinched her nipple and she squealed. “Probably not. You wouldn’t still be alive if you messed with anyone else the way you mess with me.”
    He shifted her off his lap and smacked her behind.
    “Let’s see what Marcie found.”
    Shari and Dave went back into the cabin’s main living area, their arms around each other’s waists.
    A fire blazed in the fireplace, and a stack of blankets and pillows were piled on the love seat.
    Marcie and Frank sat on the rag rug in front of the flickering flames.
    “Well, are we going on a starvation diet?” Marcie smoothed her hands over her ample breasts and tiny waist and grinned. “It won’t work, you know. I never can seem to lose weight.”
    Dave shook his head. “Not quite. We have some food. Not much.” He paused. “But, we have the most necessary