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Highway to Hell: A Sebastian O'Reilly Thriller is a work of Fiction. 1SARAH HITS THE ROADSarah walked briskly from the cookhouse to the men's bunkhouse. I should have worn my jacket. She thought, the mornings are chilly, now. Summer don't last long in this part of the Canadian Rockies. Her long, slender legs clad in the tree-planters standard, worn jeans, reached the bunkhouse steps, which she took two at a time. Robert hadn't showed for breakfast, nor had Vickie. She knew what was going on, had known for some time, but she wanted proof. Or wanted to confront them. No matter why, she was through the door, striding down the corridor towards Robert's small room. Each room had a number, but many occupants had personalized their doors with their names or drawings or posters or half-naked women. After all, this was a men's bunkhouse and Sarah expected no less from most men. She paused in front of Robert's room. Do I really want to do this? Nothing to be gained. I don't own him - Vickie can have him - fuck him, literally. She smiled at her own small joke. Then, through the door she heard sounds, sounds of passion, moans and "oh Robert, harder," sounds that made her suddenly angry, angrier than she had expected, surprising her with its ferociousness. I'll kill him! I'll kill them both! She yanked open the door, not surprised that it wasn't locked. The sight of Vickie's naked body sitting on top of Robert, his hands grasping her buttocks, as they fucked, drove her close to madness. I want to see his face, and then I'll kill them both, she thought irrationally. They hadn't even noticed her entrance, lost in their passion, their moans and groans drowning out everything else. You fuckers, Sarah yelled, as she crossed the small room in order to see Robert's face. Doing so also gave her a clear view of Vickie's naked front. She had never seen Vickie naked before and was briefly titillated; her upright, firm, small breasts, erect nipples, and flat tummy were attractive to say the least. But the look of raw passion on her face and the sweat covering her nakedness was turning Sarah on. Robert, he's the bastard here, Sarah thought as she saw his face. He looked straight at her, a look of lust mixed with pain and regret on his face. For a moment, Sarah felt something for him. But then she noticed he was still holding Vickie's buttocks firmly, tightly against him. Apparently, he had no intention of allowing any regrets about her to interrupt their love making. Love making, bullshit; scronking, fucking like animals that's all they're doing, she thought angrily. "Sarah," Robert started to say. Vickie stopped her riding movement, still blissfully unaware of Sarah's presence. "Why the fuck did you call me Sarah? That bitch!""Bitch! You're the bitch, slut!" Sarah's angry outburst finally caught Vickie's attention. Vickie grabbed for a blanket, obviously feeling the need to cover her naked body. "What the fuck are you doing here? Robert, you shit, why didn't you lock the door?" Vickie dismounted, dragging a thin sheet around, leaving Robert completely exposed on the small bunk house bed. She stood facing Sarah, eyes flashing with anger, as if to say, go ahead, do something about it, make the first move. Her hands had pulled the sheet tightly around her, but it still didn't hide her ripe young body.She mentally shook her head and turned her gaze on Robert. The sight of his exposed, erect manhood and the near grin on his face suddenly made her sad instead of angry. He was a loser and she had been a loser to think she could have anything more than a quick summer fuck with him. Now, an hour later, standing by the side of the highway, thumb at the ready, she wondered what she was doing, quitting her summer job over some asshole guy. Where was she going? Why was she heading West when her parent's house was East? TSN. "Breaking News" flashed across the screen. "Another young woman has gone missing along the Highway to Hell.
