Chapter Three
Breakfast the next morning was a simple affair: Beef jerky and day-old bread, washed down with water. We all sat at the picnic table to eat. Barbie knelt on the ground nearby, still collared, still handcuffed and still naked. In the daylight we could see faint tan lines from a skimpy bikini shed worn. The end of the chain on her collar was wrapped around one of the table legs. She had to nuzzle against our legs to try to get us to offer her some morsel to eat. From the way she went about it, she must have been pretty hungry. Still, we didnt feed her much, and we didnt give her much water to drink. She looked more than a little worn and tired. There were the beginnings of dark circles under her eyes, but shed be able to hang on until we reached the lodge. It wasnt that f
