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"
You
’
re
never
going
to
forget
me
.
.
.
never
!
"
I
walked
back
to
my
place
thinking
,
I
wonder
if
Bobby
fucked
Mindy
?
Bobby
and
Valerie
were
into
lots
of
strange
new
things
.
I
didn
’
t
care
for
their
lack
of
common
feeling
.
It
was
the
way
they
did
everything
without
any
show
of
emotion
.
The
same
way
another
person
might
yawn
or
boil
a
potato
.
To
pacify
Lydia
I
agreed
to
go
to
Muleshead
,
Utah
.
Her
sister
was
camping
in
the
mountains
.
The
sisters
actually
owned
much
of
the
land
.
It
had
been
inherited
from
their
father
.
Glendoline
,
one
of
the
sisters
,
had
a
tent
pitched
in
the
woods
.
She
was
writing
a
novel
,
The
Wild
Woman
of
the
Mountains
.
The
other
sisters
were
to
arrive
any
day
.
Lydia
and
I
arrived
first
.
We
had
a
pup
tent
.
We
squeezed
in
there
the
first
night
and
the
mosquitoes
squeezed
in
with
us
.
It
was
terrible
.
The
next
morning
we
sat
around
the
campfire
.
Glendoline
and
Lydia
cooked
breakfast
.
I
had
purchased
$
40
worth
of
groceries
which
included
several
6
-
packs
of
beer
.
I
had
them
cooling
in
a
mountain
spring
.
We
finished
breakfast
.
I
helped
with
the
dishes
and
then
Glendoline
brought
out
her
novel
and
read
to
us
.
It
wasn
’
t
really
bad
,
but
it
was
very
unprofessional
and
needed
a
lot
of
polishing
.
Glendoline
presumed
that
the
reader
was
as
fascinated
by
her
life
as
she
was
-
which
was
a
deadly
mistake
.
The
other
deadly
mistakes
she
had
made
were
too
numerous
to
mention
.
I
walked
to
the
spring
and
came
back
with
3
bottles
of
beer
.
The
girls
said
no
,
they
didn
’
t
want
any
.
They
were
very
anti
-
beer
.
We
discussed
Glendoline
’
s
novel
.
I
figured
that
anybody
who
would
read
their
novel
aloud
to
others
had
to
be
suspect
.
If
that
wasn
’
t
the
old
kiss
of
death
,
nothing
was
.
The
conversation
shifted
and
the
girls
started
chatting
about
men
,
parties
,
dancing
,
and
sex
.
Glendoline
had
a
high
,
excited
voice
,
and
laughed
nervously
,
laughed
constantly
.
She
was
in
her
mid
-
forties
,
quite
fat
and
very
sloppy
.
Besides
that
,
just
like
me
,
she
was
simply
ugly
.
Glendoline
must
have
talked
non
-
stop
for
over
an
hour
,
entirely
about
sex
.
I
began
to
get
dizzy
.
She
waved
her
arms
over
her
head
,
"
I
’
M
THE
WILD
WOMAN
OF
THE
MOUNTAINS
!
O
WHERE
O
WHERE
IS
THE
MAN
,
THE
REAL
MAN
WITH
THE
COURAGE
TO
TAKE
ME
?
"
Well
,
he
’
s
certainly
not
here
,
I
thought
.
I
looked
at
Lydia
.
"
Let
’
s
go
for
a
walk
.
"
