Robert felt her wet body press up against his. He got aroused from the contact.
"What's that smell?" She pulled away and stared at the slime stuck to her skin. "What is this stuff?"
"That is bug guts," Tony replied.
Brittney screamed and kept her distance from Tony. "Don't touch me!" she said. "The only way I'll allow it, is if you're naked."
"That can be arranged," he joked.
Robert moved through the cave until they reached the strewn remains of the insects.
"This was in the cave?" Brittney cried. "I don't want to stay in here."
"We have to," Tony soothed. "It's safer in here than outside."
Robert left the two of them to argue and made his way further into the darkness. He held his gun out in case of danger.
Chantel held onto his shirt and followed his every movement.
As he rounded a corner, a private alcove came into view. This will be a perfect place for us to be alone. He searched the area thoroughly and once satisfied that it was clear of predators, he lay down with the woman that he loved.
In the quietness of the darkness, she held him tight. "What is this place?" she asked. "These are no ordinary bugs. What if there are worse creatures on the island?"
Robert lit a match and ignited the end of a scattered branch. "Can you hold this for me?"
Chantel grabbed the torch and held it out. "What are you looking for?"
He reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved a map. "I found this among the debris." Robert studied the geographic lines carefully. "According to the diagram, this is where we crashed."
Chantel leaned over and studied the strange writings. "It says, Isla de Los Hombres Inutiles." Her brow rose in speculation. "What does that mean in English?"
Robert stroked his chin thoughtfully and attempted to decipher the meaning. After a moment of deep thought he turned to Chantel, laughing.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I know what Isla de Los Hombres Inutiles, means. In English it translates to Island of Useless Men."
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