This Time He's Ready

Sam closed the door of his rental car. The expanse of Boyce Park stretched out in front of him. This time he was dressed rather differently. He strutted in new hunting boots, with plenty of traction. His pants and shirt were in a green camo. And behind his back he had a new brown backpack. He'd kept it light, because in all likelihood, he was going to need to be doing some running

When he walked into the park, he walked past an older man, at least 60, walking two girls on their hands and knees like dogs. One was a fading blond woman in her forties or so. The other was a bright yippy blond girl, no doubt the daughter of the other pet. Their hands and knees were red from the walk, but he doubted they minded too much based on the wiggle in their rears as they crawled. The older man waved at him. Sam waved back.

It really was a wonder that he found a way to miss the nature of this place last time he was here. Sure, the majority of the patrons seemed normal enough, but he found another instance of a girl being fucked, or led as a **** every mile or so. And in the woods, he saw the daring ones. Straying close to the road to watch the men come past.

A particular set of eyes was watching him. He heard the crackle of foot steps matching his as he walked. When he stopped, they stopped too. Beneath the shadowed canopy, he could make out her red hair. It seemed that his companion from before was curious about another round.

Sam pulled a collar from his backpack.