Chapter 4

The following morning, when the travellers met at the truck, it was obvious that Henry had been in a fight. His shirt was ripped, his cheek and arm were bruised, his knuckles were raw, and the knife was missing from his belt.

“What happened!?” Vic asked accusingly.

“Some guys were hassling us. I handled it,” Henry said stoically.

“Explain,” Vic insisted.

Henry glanced at Abby before answering. “After Abby told them she wasn’t interested, two guys started following us. They were calling us names and being disparaging toward Appa. Getting in our way. We ignored them as best we could until one of them grabbed her breast. I took him out quick - slammed his head into a post. He was crawling around dizzy the whole time after that. The other one put up a good fight until the sheriff arrived and broke it up.”

“At the end, Henry was on top of him hitting him in the face over and over,” Abby added happily.

“Why didn’t you use your knife?” Vic asked critically.

“There were other locals nearby: three men and two women,” Henry explained. “They had seemed to disapprove of their kin’s treatment of us. I thought they might help us. I was worried that they would go against us if I used lethal force.”

“Then what happened to your knife?” Vic fumed.

“The sheriff confiscated it.”

“And you let him?”

“Yes sir,” Henry answered.

Vic paced, seething, before talking again. He pointed his finger in Henry’s face. “The next time someone assaults my niece, I expect you to cut their fucking throats. Understand?!”

“Yes sir,” Henry answered, this time with a hint of defiance.

“Stay right here,” Vic told them all, and briskly walked away.

After a moment of silence, Miss Schumacher put a hand on Abby’s arm. “What happened after the fight? Were you okay?”

Abby nodded. “I was really scared at first and everyone was watching us. We went to the bar and had some beer. But then everyone was really nice. People were congratulating Henry. Definitely nobody was going to try anything with him around! And one of the local boys was really cute. He took me home and made me feel really good. I feel like he probably put a baby in me. Then Henry and I spent the night at the hostel.”

“I’m glad.” Miss Schumacher chose her next words carefully. “Henry, Vic is the senior chaperone, and what he says goes. But..., I think you handled things exceptionally well.”

Vic returned. He handed Henry his knife. “Don’t lose it again,” he said.

A mid-day summer rain turned into a heavy thunderstorm by late afternoon. Vic stopped the truck to issue orders. “Girls, I want you up front with me. We’re not going to have time for chaperone blowjobs, so we’ll just have to deal with it.”

Erica and Abby squeezed into the cab of the truck and Henry joined John and Miss Schumacher in the back. The canopy over the truck bed protected the riders from direct rain, but the wind carried enough to soak them through anyway. The sound of the thunder, rain, engine and mud became enough to cancel any hope of conversation.

Perhaps to fight the chill, Miss Schumacher retrieved a flask from her bag. She offered the strong-smelling drink to Henry and John but they declined, so she sipped from it alone. As the miles went by she kept sipping. Her proper demeanor faded away with some of her balance. The growing rosiness of her cheeks brought with it wanton gleam in her eyes.

After a time, Miss Schumacher’s body indicated a moment of decision. Then, she leaned across the duffle bags and began undoing Henry’s pants. Henry repositioned himself to help make his cock available to her. She lay awkwardly across the truck’s cargo and sucked and licked the teen boy’s dick, eventually managing to reach a hand beneath him to fondle his testicles.

The young woman’s wet clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her feminine shape indecently. Her skirt even settled into the crease of her ass, inspiring new lewd fantasies in John’s mind. His hand unconsciously rubbed his crotch until he noticed the twin girls watching the show, occasionally wiping the never-ending accumulation of fog from the glass.