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Crystal says. “Let her be.”

    Jason charges over to Crystal and grabs her by the
    hands and holds them over the Theremin. “Keep fucking
    playing!”

    The Theremin makes shrieking feedback noises as
    Jason struggles with Stephanie’s hands.

    “Jason!” Crystal says. “What the fuck are you doing?”

    Jason squeezes her wrists as hard as he can. Stepha-
    nie whimpers. He pulls her close to him and whispers firmly
    into her ear, “I just want to hear you play for a little longer.”

    “Don’t be a dick, dude,” Kevin says.

    “Just finish the fucking song, you fucking cunt,” Jason
    whispers closely so that nobody else can hear but Stephanie.

    Stephanie shoves Jason away and runs out of the
    room, crying.

    “Why the heck did you have to go and do that for?”
    Desdemona says to Jason.

    “What?” Jason says. “I liked her song and wanted
    her to keep playing. What’s the big deal?”

    “You didn’t have to be such a dick about it,” Rick says.

    “You too, Rick?” Jason says. “Why are you all gang-

    ing up on me? She’s the one who is fucking up our trip by
    crying all the time. She can’t even finish playing a simple
    song.”

    Crystal and Desdemona get up and leave the room.
    Rick and Kevin follow them. Jason stays behind, staring at
    the mustard yellow furniture.

    “Fuck you all then,” Jason says.

    He steps over to the Theremin and wiggles his fin-
    gers over it like Stephanie was doing. All that comes out of
    it are ugly electronic squeals.

CHAPTER THREE
RICK

    Rick is sitting next to Kevin. He has a secret that he
    is dying to tell him.

    “Why are you looking at me like that?” Kevin asks.

    Rick smiles. He wants to tell him, but he has to wait
    until later that night.

    Though he likes women, Rick is much more ho-
    mosexual than bisexual. He didn’t really know this about
    himself until after he started sleeping with Kevin. He likes
    masculinity. He likes muscles and strong personalities.

    He hasn’t told anyone, but Desdemona really isn’t all
    that important to him anymore. If she were to leave him he
    would be perfectly happy with just Kevin for the rest of his
    life. Sometimes he wonders if it wouldn’t be better without
    her. After she got a mohawk and all those tattoos, Rick re-
    ally hasn’t been all that attracted to her. She looks more like
    a guy, but not his kind of guy. If she gained fifty pounds
    of muscle and got a crew cut instead of a mohawk, then he
    would probably be much more attracted to her. Unfortu-
    nately, that’s just not Des’s style.

    There is something living out in the woods. Some-
    thing not quite human. It is sharpening its teeth on rocks
    and eating live frogs down by the stream. It sees lights in
    the distance. Lights in a place that is usually dark. There is
    something bad about these lights. Something evil. It has to
    make the lights go away. It has to make the evil, all evil, go
    away.

    Desdemona is peeing out in the bushes nearby. She is
    still quite drunk and her knees wobble as she squats. Weeds
    tickle the bottoms of her thighs. She cringes, worried that
    the tickling sensations might be caused by black spiders
    crawling towards her crotch. She closes her eyes tight, hop-
    ing to be done soon, but she had so much to drink that she
    has a lot to pee out.

    “I fucking hate nature,” Desdemona says, completely
    pissed off that the toilets aren’t working in the cabin.

    She wishes she could pee off of the balcony like the
    guys were doing. That would be so much easier. She’s heard
    they sell a device, a small plastic (or sometimes cardboard)
    funnel-thing, that girls can use to pee standing up. If she had
    one of those she would use it. She would love to stand next
    to the guys and pee off of the balcony with them.

    There is a sound like cracking twigs under footsteps
    coming toward her. She stops peeing and looks around. The
    forest is quiet. There aren’t anymore noises. She isn’t sure
    if the footsteps were just her