Despite her ordeal of being lost in the wilderness somewhere, and having most
certainly missed her boyfriend's birthday, Cheryl tries the best she can to get some
rest, so that she might continue her search for a way out of her predicament in the
morning.
The lulling fire she had made from desert bramble, and any sort of flammable
material she was able to gather lie in a heap, burning in the middle of the night,
offering both warmth to Cheryl's young body, as well as a ward against simple
predators such as wolves and coyotees.
Cheryl's dreams are light and revolve around her fate of being stuck in the
the wilderness. In her sleep, she dreams of the dark desert, and then the footsteps
of something approaching her ...
Cheryl's opens her eyes widely, as she feels a hand grasp at her shoulders and turns
her around in her sleep, and an all too familiar voice echos in her ears, "Thought you
could get away, missy?" grins Ted.
"Time to finish what we started." growls Ted, as he quickly and lustfully descends
upon Cheryl's young, virginal body.
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