Channing grabbed the end of the tail and threw the snake away from us, but it wasn’t far enough. The rattler was pissed and coming back.

“Shoot the fucker!” he yelled at Congo.

“I’m trying!” Congo had the gun raised, but it was pointed at Channing, who was in the way. Cursing, he lowered it and stepped aside. “The thing keeps moving.”

Channing wasn’t wasting time. He snatched the gun out of Congo’s hand, aimed, and shot. He got it in the head. The snake went limp.

“Oh.” Rebecca made a pitying sound. “Why’d you have to shoot it?”

Everyone twisted around to her. Channing’s eyebrows shot up. “Because it was trying to attack us, and I didn’t bring a gun.”

Her mouth curved down as she folded her arms over her breasts. “This was probably its home, and you broke into it. I’d attack too.” She paused, cocking her head to the side. “Why are you guys here?”

“Yeah.” Congo was panting, his hands on his hips.

Both were naked, and neither seemed disturbed by that.

I was trying not to notice. I really was, but his dick still had a half-chub, and Rebecca’s boobs were peeking out from under her crossed arms. She was suffocating them. I wanted to have her put her arms under them or something. It looked painful, and I don’t even have big boobs.

I glanced down. They were small. I felt sorry for them for a second.

The stalker girl was pitying snakes, and I was pitying my own tits.

Somehow, that seemed the most normal thing about this situation too.

Channing flashed a grin and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What’d you think I was doing here?”

Congo’s head inclined, trying to get a better view of the phone. When he did, his eyes rounded, and he scowled. “No way!” He started for the phone.

Channing laughed like a little girl. He didn’t put it back into his pocket, but he didn’t hand it over. Congo was still coming for it, and Channing was jogging around, typing away.

The snake was completely forgotten, except by Rebecca. I caught her looking at it, almost crying. I would’ve gone to comfort her, but hello? She was naked, and it didn’t seem like that would be corrected anytime soon.

“Come on, Chan! That’s mean.”

“It’s payback for the shit you pulled with Marsch.”

Congo started to run after Channing, and he continued to evade him, dodging, running in tight circles, coming right back and then using Rebecca and me as shields.

We were in fifth grade all over again. I was annoyed.

“I did that for Chad, man.”

“But I paid the piper for you.” If Channing was mad, he didn’t sound it. Suddenly, he stopped. “There. Done.” He tossed the phone to Congo. “It’s gone.”

Congo caught it, studied it. “You fuckhead! You sent it to Moose!”

Channing never stopped smirking. “I sent it to all the guys.”

Blood drained from Congo’s face. “I’m never going to live this down. She’s naked in that image. Her tits are out.”

“What?” Rebecca was coming out of her snake-sympathy coma. She blinked a few times. “Huh?”

Channing kept laughing, but it softened. He nodded to the phone again. “Look at the picture, dumbass.”

He did, and his frown cleared. “Oh.” Congo laughed, showing Rebecca the picture. “It’s the snake.”

My eyebrows shot up.

Channing saw my look. He gestured to the dead rattler. “That one.”

It was a bad joke, but I still felt reassured. No one needed to see Congo and Rebecca. I didn’t need to continue seeing Congo and Rebecca.

“Good.”

Channing reached for his phone. “I deleted that one of you guys right away. I’m not a complete asshole.” He went back to the snake and kicked it over, sliding his phone into his pocket. “Wonder how long this guy is?”

Congo went with him. “He looks around four foot, I bet.”

Now that everything was done, I looked back and forth from Channing and Congo to Rebecca. I was okay with nudity. Hell, I enjoyed showing too much skin myself, but this—this was a different level of comfortable.

“Do you want to get dressed?” I asked.

“What?” Rebecca had gone back to her sad stupor.

“Your clothes.”

“Oh.” She looked down at herself, then shook her head. “Yes, normally it’d be rude to remain unclothed, but we walked out here like this.”

“Yeah.” Congo joined our conversation. “We didn’t want some fucker sneaking up and stealing our clothes.” He smacked Channing in the chest. “They’re locked up in the truck back there.”

“Your truck’s by my truck?”

Congo nodded, running a hand over his head and making parts of himself bounce from the motion.

“Oh God.” I turned away. I now knew for certain that I only needed to see Channing’s cock. Maybe my kid’s, if I had a boy, but that was it. I wasn’t aware that I’d been questioning this need to see other dicks or not, but I knew now. For certain.

I did not need to see another vagina either. My pussy. Channing’s cock. Our children. That was it. Well, maybe I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. There was always porn.

A vision of Congo mounting Rebecca flashed in my head. Nope. I wouldn’t be watching porn for a while.

“You okay, Heather?” Congo asked.

“Yeah…” I was going to have visions of those two in my head forever, but I’d be fine. Nudity wasn’t the end of the world. “I’m good.”

Congo sighed, looking down at himself. “Looks like he’s gone soft. Moose sent me after you. He was worried, wanted to make sure you had backup.” He motioned toward Rebecca, who came to his side so he could put his arm around her. “Becca followed me out here—”

Because she’s a stalker. Hello? We’ve all forgotten here?

“—and I’m not an intrusive asshole. I wanted to give you privacy, but she showed up, and one thing led to another.”

Channing smirked. “Yeah, right. You couldn’t find us, and you know it.” He glanced to me, and I knew we were both remembering the first time. Our situations would’ve been easily reversed if he’d come sooner.

“That too.” Congo shook his head.

We all began to walk toward the trucks. They really had walked naked to the springs. They didn’t go back for sandals or anything.

That wasn’t normal.

We had to go up a ridge, and everyone fell in a single line. Congo started to go first, but Channing made a sound and Congo fell back. Channing went first. I was second. Rebecca was behind me, and then Congo.

Think about the visual if it’d been any other line-up.

Channing and I went to his truck.

Congo and Rebecca went to his and put clothes on. Her car was parked behind his, and Channing and I shared a look at that, but I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

Why Congo decided to have sex with her wasn’t in my wheel of answers, but she was a bomb waiting to go off. She was another whole situation they’d have to deal with, just not today apparently.

“Moose sent you to watch over me?” Channing called, standing inside his door. He grabbed some water from the back, handing one to me and tossing another to Congo as he came around to us.

“Yeah, he wanted me to tell you he got a call earlier.”