“Mr Jameson, some of the bodies on the beach are gone.”
“Gone?!” Hans screeched, his face turning an unattractive shade of puce. “What about those two sluts, Yvonne and Elsa?”
“They’re not here anymore. Maybe they got washed out to sea!” the middle-aged man replied hurriedly, as though trying to pacify Hans. “They were quite close to the water yesterday.”
“It’s their lucky day,” Hans snarled viciously. “I wanted to f**k Yvonne and Elsa. It’s too bad then.”
“We have quite a few back at our camp,” I heard the other man reply. Jeez, who was he? He was brown-nosing so hard that his face had to be right up against Hans’s filthy ass.
“You know how I go through women quickly. Those we have already won’t last me a week!” Hans bragged, his voice ringing out clearly. I clapped a
