A pile of bottomless wriggling young people.

Veevee stood by the side of Stuart's Super Surf Van. She motioned to her husband to come look through the window. Veevee's smile was big enough for him to see in the dark.

Hank left their luggage and stepped quietly up beside his wife. He bent down to put his head next to hers at the window, and looked into van. The faint beams from a streetlight angled down into the interior, and Hank saw patches of pale bare flesh moving with little wiggling motions in the darkness.

As his eyes adjusted, the first thing to come into focus was a round, generous-sized pair of female buttocks. They wiggled and moved as if their owner was having trouble getting comfortable. Other patches of paleness turned out to be faces, arms, legs, breasts, buttocks, and the suggestion of a penis or two. It looked like there might be several people on the floor of the van, plus another sitting in the corner.

Hank whispered to Veevee, "What are they doing?"

Veevee giggled, "Tee-hee-hee." She whispered back, "Looks like they're all rolling around on the floor together," she said.

In the brief flash of headlights from a passing car, Hank got a better look. There were two young women on the floor, naked below the waist, and a young man similarly undressed. It looked like another young man sitting in the corner. "They're blindfolded, and their hands are tied behind their backs!" he whispered to Veevee.

"I've heard of that," Veevee said. "It's called the goldfish game, it's a challenge where you get tied up like that and you have to have sex without using your hands. Extra points for the blindfolds."

"Never heard of it," Hank said. "Where did you learn about that?" He frowned and looked again, trying to figure out if it were all a game or they needed help.