Chapter 2

All four of us climbed into Sue's boat and started downriver. When we went past St. Louis, we stayed as far to the east as we could, though there were problems finding a clear passage among the wrecks littering the river. We continued to travel until it got late in the day. At that time, we headed for the river bank to tie up for the night. We were torn about which side of the river we should camp on, and that question was answered by a small town we spotted on the east bank.

We never did find out the name; the town was not even marked on my map. We pulled in and tied up. Sue said that she knew how to shoot a pistol, so I gave her the .38, and Bill and I took our .22s. We were armed with hollow-point ammunition and were very good shots, so we thought that we were adequately armed.

The town was a wreck and empty, as far as we could tell. We found a small motel and decided to stay there for the night. They even had a small hotplate and coffee maker, so we got a warm supper. Both ran on bottled gas, so we did not have to worry about the non-existent electricity. We each took a room key to adjacent rooms and went to bed. I don't know what the rest did, but I took a shower, even though the water was cold.

I was in bed for about an hour when I heard a knock on my door. Shit! That scared me at first, but I calmed down and went to the door, but I took my rifle with me. It turned out that is was Sue wanting to join me. June had done the same with Bill.

Sue said that she just could not face a night alone after all that had happened today, and she hoped that I did not mind. What!?! Me mind? Look, I said that I was an All-American boy. I was not about to turn away a babe who wanted to share my bed. However, I was disappointed to find out that sharing my bed was all Sue wanted to do.

She lay down on my bed and put her pistol on the bedside table. I lay down behind her and spooned with her because that was what she wanted. The next morning, we were in essentially the same position, but my woody was pushing between her thighs and against her pussy. Also, my hand over her body was holding her breast. I would have been terribly embarrassed except that Sue was holding my hand in place on her breast with her own hand.

I woke up needing to piss, and Sue released my hand so that I could get up. However, she did ask me to return to her and to the same position when I finished pissing. You can bet that was the shortest time I ever spent in taking a morning piss! Both of us were sleeping nude, so I was delighted when she took my cock in her hand and jacked me enough to get me hard before she took it against her pussy between her thighs. She also pulled my hand to her breast. Sue sighed as if that was the best thing that could happen to her and went to sleep.

Shit, I had other things in mind! However, I was not going to rape Sue, so I settled for what I could get. To my surprise, I dropped off to sleep.

We all must have been much more tired than we had realized because we slept until about 10:00 AM. We got up and made a large breakfast from the rolls and what not that the motel had on hand for the complimentary breakfast. During and after breakfast, we decided to spend the day here and see what we could find that we might need on our trek.

One thing that made us happy was that there was a Wallmart in town. We, especially the girls, stocked up on clothes. We had no idea how long we were going to have to travel, and we sure did not have time to wash clothes.

We found a sporting goods store and picked up camping supplies: tents, MREs, and sleeping bags, among other things. With two boats, we had plenty of room. Bill had the bright idea of taking a look at the storeroom, and we found a gold mine of items that were probably illegal, but very useful for us. We found four 9mm Glock automatic pistols with spare magazines and hollow-point ammunition. All four of us took a pistol, extra magazines, and plenty of ammunition. We even found an AK-47 knock off and extra 30-round magazines for it, along with ammunition. After our meeting with Sam, we did not want to take any chances.

Normally, none of us would have engaged in the outright theft that we were doing, but we feared for our lives and were not going to let legal details get us killed! Before we left town, all of us fired the new guns to get familiar with them, and it was a good thing that we did.

We spent another night in the motel, but still no fucking. Sue and I did make out to some extent: about what I had done on dates with high school girls. I was going to let Sue set the schedule for sex.

We were back on the river by 8:00 AM and feeling pretty good about ourselves. Most of the excitement on this part of the trip was watching out for sunken vessels that could harm or sink us. June was the only one who was not skilled at handling the boat, so Sue, Bill, and I swapped off the driving chores. We still made some time for June to learn because there was a good chance that she would have to spell one of us before our trip was over. However, at the moment, June was our lookout for any kind of trouble.

The next night, we had to camp out because we could not find a town that was not burned to the ground. We pitched the two tents, and the sleeping arrangements were the same as we'd had in the motel. Sue and I shared the sleeping facilities, but there was no sex. I was a little envious of Bill because I thought I could hear sounds of such activity coming from the other tent. Oh, well, I figured that my time would come.

The next day was a bit more exciting because we met our first gang of river pirates. I had been kind of expecting them before we got to Cairo, but I also hoped that I would be wrong. Well, no chance of that. We were having to weave our way among two lines of barges that had run into each other and we were not as alert for pirates as we should have been. That was partly because we figured that we didn't have anything that any pirates could want. Idiotically, we had not factored in the fact that there two very good looking girls in our boat.

The first thing we knew of the pirates was June's shout. She pointed out two speedboats converging on us at a speed that made it certain that they knew exactly where the underwater snags were to be found. Sue was driving at the moment, and Bill grabbed up the AK-47 knockoff. We received a couple of pistol shots in our direction to let us know what the other guys had in mind. They missed, but Bill chambered a round and let fly with a burst on full automatic at the boat approaching us from the front.

He was able to cut down the shooter, but not the driver. However, Bill's next burst hit the engine and it died immediately. The driver began to shoot at us with his pistol, and he did crease my left arm. Man, that hurt! It did not incapacitate me, but it sure made me mad. As carefully as I could aim with two hands holding the pistol, I fired three rounds at the bastard who had shot me. At least one of the bullets hit him in the chest, and those hollow-point slugs at close range do a tremendous amount of damage.

Now it was time to pay attention to the pirate chasing us, but he had already swung away after he saw what we had done to his friends. Bill must have been pissed off, too, because he fired a long burst at the other boat. I don't know what he hit, but the damned boat blew up! That was almost an anticlimax to our gun battle, but it was a spectacular anticlimax.

We turned back to our main job of navigating among the wrecks and breathed easier because we had gotten off so easily. I was the only one wounded, and my wound was hardly worth that appellation. Nevertheless, Bill did treat it with what we had. He had picked up a bottle of vodka to substitute for alcohol to clean wounds, and that was what he used on me. My God! The vodka treatment hurt more than did the bullet. Fortunately, the pain did not last long, and the bandage Bill applied was professionally done, so I really had nothing to complain about.