Two girls stranded on a deserted Island, hunted by bad men.
When she came running back the beach, Sandy was waving her arms and gasping for air. She had, after all, run a fairly long distance. Sherry waved back. "No fish?" she asked, disappointed. "Sherry, listen, don't light that fire. There's something going on, don't light it yet!" "Slow down, honey, take a breath you're scaring me." She was truly concerned. "What the heck's going on?" Catching...Read On