The cave was dark but the reek of sweat and Polo over the low aroma of rock dust told her at once it was Pete. Who the hell even slathers cologne on for a backpacking hike? She sought to struggle but her legs were trapped in the sleeping bag and Pete knelt on her arms so all she could do was thump her knees bluntly against his back through the padding of the bag. She torqued her neck, tried to scan to the sides, but the burly home builder increased his pressure and pinned her head in place. What the fuck was going on? Where was Ron? How could Pete . . .She couldn’t see Ron, couldn’t see much of anything. Though the cave was shallow its roof was so low no moonlight entered far. Sue-Min squeezed out a short set of stifled squeals, hoping to get her boyfriend’s attention or at least wake him if he could somehow still be asleep while his best friend raped her. Because she knew that’s where this was headed. Any woman would know. Pete had always given off that creeper vibe. She hadn’t worried much because Ron was always with her when Pete was around.
