"So how 'bout it girls? Wanna show a dying man a good time?"

   "Sure. I'm Heather. This is my friend, Tiffany."

   "Nice to meet you both," I said, a bit apprehensively.

   "What are you dying of?" asked Heather. She was about five-three and had more curves than a mountain road. The spakling blue material of her tiny bikini was barely enough to contain her large, obviously fake, breasts. Her bleached blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, hiding the string that held her top on and making it appear to be painted onto her body. 

   "He's got cancer," Clarke chimed in before I had a chance.

   "Oh, you poor dear," Tiffany cried. She was a Hispanic beauty wearing a similar bikini, but in red. She was a lot taller than her blonde friend. Her dark bronze skin looked flawless and her jet black hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her breasts were rather small, but fit her body well. My eyes shifted to the eye-patch sized piece of material that covered her crotch. The outline of what was beneath formed against the material and I felt myself starting to harden.

   Tiffany wrapped her golden arm around my waist and guided me down to the edge of the water. The booze from the flight kept my pain at bay, but I realized I had left my pills back in Indiana. Great. Maybe I could get a pharmacy to sell me just a few, transfer the prescription down here or something. I hoped so anyway. 

   We sat there in the sand while Clarke and Heather made out like a couple of depraved sex addicts. He was too drunk to remember that I was there, or at least to acknowledge the fact. We sat and talked for a couple of hours out there on the beach while hundreds of tourists went about their day oblivious to us. 

   "I'm starving!" Clarke announced. "It's abut lunch time and I could use a drink."

   "I know of a prfect place," Tiffany piped up. "And afterward, we could go to a nice little place that Heather and I know where there won't be many people around." she winked at me and then looked back at our shameless friends as they stood, still tearing at each other. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

   We ate at a little place caled Lee's Dockside Diner. The food was alright, but the alcohol flowed freely. All four of us were well on our way to trashed as we left the joint. We walked about two miles down the beach to what Tiffany had called her 'meditation sanctuary'. It was a small, scraggly strip of sand and a rickety old dock that had obviously seen better days. We strolled under the dock and flopped down into the damp sand. Before I knew what was happening, Tiffany had shoved her tongue into my mouth and slid her hand into my jeans. I instantly hardened in her hand.

   Tiffany puled me to my feet and started undressing me. The alcohol, the tumor, the excitement of adventure. Whatever it was, I didn't try to stop her, even as she wrapped her soft lips around my manhood. I looked over to Clarke and Heather to see that they were both already naked and his face was buried between her thighs. Her moans were loud enough to draw a crowd, had there been anyone around. Tiffany stood and untied the strings that held her barely-there bikini on. the material floated to the ground and I stood staring at her gorgeous naked body.

   We made love in the sand in a wild tangle of arms and legs. When it was over I just lay there, thinking about a time when Clarke and I were nearly gods. I was the captain of the football team and he was a star running back. Everyone wanted to be near us. We had spent many nights out at the rock quarry having sexual encounters with different girls under the stars. That seemed like a million years ago.

   Karen entered my mind and I was gripped by guilt. How could I cheat on the only woman I had ever really loved? The mother of my children. Something inside snapped. I saw a jagged piece of rusted metal lying about three feet away. I sttod up and got dressed and then clenched the metal in my fist. Clarke looked up in surprise. 

   "Tony! What the **** are you doing? Put that away!"

   I drove the point of it into the flesh between Tiffany's bare breasts and she and Heather screamed simultaneously. In a fluid motion, I spun and embedded it into Clarke's throat as he jumped up to subdue me/help her. Tiffany dropped to the ground with a thud and Clarke dropped onto his backside. Blood gurgled from his mouth and the gaping hole in his throat. Heather screamed again and then sprinted out from under the dock. I overtook her and tackled her into the sand. I dragged her back under the dock. I was getting hard again. I threw her on the ground and quickly tore open my jeans. With a handful of her hair, I forced myself into her mouth, thrusting and **** her throat rapidly. She choked repeatedly and tears streamed from her eyes. As I was coming to climax I jammed the piece of metal into her left ear.

   I dragged her corpse to where the others were lying and went to working, slashing and sawing with the makeshift tool. I mutilated all three of them beyond regognition, removing Tiffany's head for good measure. That whore had made me cheat on my beloved Karen. I stood admiring my work when the urge to piss came over me. I unzipped and pissed on the corpses, making sure to fill Clarke's mouth. All this was his fault, anyway.

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   I came to lying in a heap under that dock. The sun was starting to set. I had to figure out how the **** I was going to get home. I changed into my own clothes as quickly as I could. Clarke's bloody clothes would be way to conspicuous. The last thing I needed right now was attention.