Chapter 41: Cornered Already!

I had several options:

1, Hide in the bushes besides the path. A swift observation of the bushes ruled that out as the thinning of the trees at that point had allowed masses of blackberry bushes, masses of green and red berries ready to darken in the summer sun. I had no intention of exposing my bare skin to blackberry thorns,

2. Return the way I had come which would trap me between the approaching voices and anyone who had pursued me from the picnic area or had waited in the picnic area to be ready to cut me off in case I had followed Path B.

3. Make haste along Path B which would mean they would almost certainly spot me before I could reach the trees and I was certain some one would be waiting there... 4. Submit where I stood

I rejected them all and raced for the easily accessibly quarry entrance, It was much more impressive inside than it had seemed from outside and I hid and watched the path I had just left. Three figures, all white and wearing shorts but I couldn’t see much else, appeared and when they stopped and I could see the pose of the mobile phone user, He then shouted to unseen others behind him that he would take path B while they should follow the path back to the picnic area.

Where I was standing would be open to the view of anyone passing the entrance and I retreated deeper until I was sure I could not be seen. The walls of the quarry rose sheer for about 30 or 40 feet and was unbroken apart from the entrance. There was a little spring at the back of the quarry with a pool several yards across and a low bank of mossy grass curving three quarters the way around the pool.

There was absolutely nowhere one could really hide and I scurried to the arc of the grassy bank and lay down, pressing myself down into the ground, The bank was only a few inches high and I may well have shared that belief so often observed in very young children that covering one’s eyes hid you from the sight of others. I lay there motionless straining to hear them pass.

I saw the figure of a man first ... he was white probably my age or a little older, sitting nonchalantly on the wall of the quarry to the side of the entrance looking straight at me, When he saw I had spotted him he didn’t move away but grinned and waved at me, I could see the mobile phone in his hand, I heard the crunch of stone then and when I raised my head there were the three I had seen on the path almost standing over me. I saw the watcher scramble to his feet and disappear over the rim as the first of the men began removing his clothes.

As he slowly stripped what few clothes he wore, his eyes eating me, a grin stretching from ear to ear, he told me that there were only the four of them here. The rest were at the picnic ground. Martin had been posted on the quarry wall while the others had waited a little way up the path. They had a bag with cans of beer and they didn’t even need to be quiet as the intention was I should seek to hide out in the quarry. He was finishing his account as he parted my legs, and pushed about an inch into me. He paused “I’m Oliver, you can call me Ollie!” he said as he leaned into me, his hardness slithering in to the hilt as a breathless Martin arrived to stand and watch