Pointing the bustle section toward the ground, Muriel held her full black skirt in her widespread hands. “Put as much fruit as you can in my skirt. You’re going to carry it back to our camp.” “Aha, haha. A man’s job.” “My skirt. That’s the price of my nakedness—you carrying the fruit back.” Muriel stood…

© Copyright Cupideros, Tuesday, February 4, 2016 BOOK 3, CHAPTER 3 Glen ducked a second spear. He rammed his shoulder into the cannibal and knocked him to the ground. Turning swiftly and swinging his spear outward, he blocked the spear toss of the fourth cannibal, then held his spear and ran it through him. One…