“Come and get some, Lester.”
Then the dark swallowed her, and Lester ran to catch up.
When Lester found the lake minutes later he was out of breath. He stumbled to a stop and fell to his knees next to a castoff sign that read Closed For The Season in faded letters. For a moment he thought he was going to puke, and he fought his gorge. He couldn’t see Samantha, but he knew she was there somewhere, watching, waiting for him to find her.
He thought his chance of actually getting laid would suffer if she saw him puking his guts up in the dirt.
When his trembling legs would support him again, he rose and scanned the area. There was the pond, its water dark and still, and a few nearby camp spaces, littered with what might have been years old trash.
No Samantha.
He walked the remaining
