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The Island, Chapter 13
Date: 8/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cruelty, Non-consensual sex, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com
Author's Note, Part 2: Apologies in advance, but this was inevitable. The story demanded it. Hold off on the angry comments until the next chapter comes out. Chapter 13 I arrived at the beach just after the sun had gone down. Most people had eaten already, and I scraped together a tray of food (we were using the airline trays for their intended purpose—I personally felt the food on the island was better than the stuff on the plane) and thanked the neo-hippies for their cooking. I plopped down on the sand. I was just finishing when Joelle appeared. “Dave! There you are. Where have you been?” “I was exploring in the jungle,” I said. Several jungles my mind supplied giddily. “I got a little tied up.” I managed to keep a straight face. “Anything going on?” I asked. “No. I helped Janie and Jared clean their fish. The caught a whole bunch.” “I think I just ate one, thanks. Shall we make rounds on our patients?” I offered her my arm and we made a circuit of the beach, checking on the various minor wounds that had been dressed or sutured after the crash, and inspecting Danielle’s leg. “The sutures look pretty good,” Joelle commented. “No sign of infection.” “Yeah. Probably 5 or 6 more days until they come out.” We walked toward Boys’ Town to check on Connor, but I turned back. “What’s wrong?” asked Joelle. “Nothing, go ahead. I needed to ask Danielle something.” I returned to the field hockey coach and she looked up at me expectantly. “Mary’s probably going to tell you quite a story ...