“Hi, honey,” the blonde said, leaning into the car window. “I’m 'Dina and this is Dolly. You’re a good-looking guy.” Dolly flipped her long black hair back and got into the front of the car with Garrison. Trina got in the back with Allen.

They drove out into the country, talking and giggling all the way. THna kept putting her hand on Allen’s leg and playing with his fly zipper. When they got to a deserted-spot, Garrison pulled off the road. “C’mon, Billy,” he said. “I got blankets in the trunk. Help me get them out.”

As Allen walked to the trunk with him, Garrison handed him two thin tinfoil-wrapped packages. “You know what to do with these, don’t ya?”

“Yeah,” Allen said. “But I don’t need to put two on, do I?” Garrison punched his arm gently. “Always the comedian. One’s for Trina, and the other one’s for Dolly. I told them we’d switch. We’ll each fuck ‘em both.”

Allen looked down into the trunk and saw a hunting rifle. He looked up quickly, but Sam handed him a blanket, took one for himself and shut the trunk. Then he and Dolly walked off behind a tree.

“C’mon, we’d better get started,” Trina said unbuckling Allens belt.

“Hey, you don’t have to do that,” Allen said.

“Well, if you’re not interested, honey—”

A short time later, Sam called for Trina, and Dolly came over to Allen. “Well?” asked Dolly.

“‘Well’ what?”

“Can you make it again?”

“Look,” Allen said, “like I told your friend over there, you don’t have to do anything and we can still be friends.”

“Well, honey, you can do anything you want, but I don’t want Sam to get mad. You’re a pretty nice guy. He’s kind of busy with Trina, so I guess he won’t notice.”

When Sam was done, he went to the trunk, pulled a couple of beers out of the cooler and handed one to Allen.

“Well,” he said, “how’d you like the girls?”

“I didn’t do anything, Sam.”

“You mean you didn’t do anything? Or they didn’t do anything?”

“I told them they didn’t have to. When I’m ready, I’ll get married.”

“Shit.”

“Now, that’s okay, take it easy,” Allen said. “Everything’s cool.”

“Cool, crap!” He stormed over to the girls. “I told you this guy was a virgin. It was up to you two to turn him on.” Dolly walked to the back of the car where Garrison was standing and saw the rifle in the trunk. “You’re in trouble, buddy.”

“Shit. Get in the car,” Garrison said. “We’ll take you back.” “I’m not getting in the car.”

“Well, then, fuck you!”

Garrison slammed the trunk shut and jumped behind the wheel. “C’mon, Billy. Let the goddamn bitches walk.”

“Why don’t you get in?” Allen asked them. “You don’t want to stay out here alone.”

“We’ll get back okay,” Trina said. “But you guys are gonna pay for this.”

Garrison gunned the motor and Allen got into the car.