The shortest one spoke first.The shortest one spoke first. "Are you aware that this is private property?" he asked with a glance at us that sent shivers through me. The multiple colors of his teeth told us he had never been acquainted with a dentist. "Not according to the maps" I responded, trying to sound as butch and confident as possible. "We certainly didn't see any signs on our way up" I added. "Normally we shoot city folk like you, but I think the boss might might have some other plans" he yelled. We later found out that they were part of a gang of pot growers who didn't take kindly to intruders {although they didn't own any of the land} and as we obeyed their orders to pack up the camp were subjected to enough sexual comments to become terrorized. I think we both would have preferred not meeting the boss, but couldn't believe that he would be any worse than the three with the semis. Apparently, they weren't too keen on making any decision. It was a difficult walk to the camp since we were loaded down with equipment and their pace was speedier than we would have preferred, but after about twenty minutes, we stood in front of a quonset hut. Sherry was nearly hysterical {she hates men, sexually} and I did the best I could to comfort her. We were taken to the back of the hut and tied against the wall. It seemed like we were there for hours, but I'm sure it was only a few minutes before the men reappeared. Behind them came the 'boss'. |