Chapter Eight
The rest of the afternoon was pretty quiet. Fred and Jim went fishing off of the dock for a while. Stan went and took a nap. That left Jack and I to keep watch over our playmates, but it wasnt much of a job. Barbie and Toy seemed to want nothing more than sleep, so we left them curled up on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. I took the opportunity to clean my guns. As appealing as the two girls were, I intended to do some actual hunting later. If you climbed the hills behind the lodge there were some meadows where you could find quail and rabbits. There were deer around too, but they werent in season yet. Jack tried reading for a while, but his eyes kept straying from the book to the two sleeping naked women. Every so often one of them would stir or murmur somethi
