Spear the Queer part6
The guys in the van cracked up at Dave’s remark; Garrett didn’t
understand a damn thing that was happening to him, and he was really
afraid he might start crying.
The van was driving along a gravel road; Garrett recognized the
crunching sounds. The van eventually came to a stop, and his abductors
dragged Garrett out. Garrett stared wildly at the surroundings,
difficult to do with his head twisted painfully under Chic’s armpit.
He had no idea where he was; it was a big wooded clearing, there was a
big old picnic table, a couple guys sitting on it, swilling bottles of
beer and picking at the scattered remains of some near empty bags of
chips; a dozen or so teenagers were milling around a big bonfire going
…End of the part6. To be continued..