Several figures emerge from the thick purple shadows of the bushes that grow on the shore. The released blood rushes to Lou's head and pounding in his temples. Damn, che-e-ert! How many of these bastards? Three? Four? Or more? And she and Tommy are naked, drunk, on legs that give way after sex. Awesome! Hands shove Keith behind her back faster than her brain can process the situation. And together with his brother, still pressing her to his chest.

— Swim away, if that! Lou hisses as she slips out of Tom's arms and peeks over his shoulder. - Volume!

— Knife in jeans! she manages to whisper, and the...