“How am I supposed to make the raft if I waste all my time reading this stupid booklet? Besides, I’d rather have help from you.”
Stephanie frowned at this while Sierra looked just about ready to personally show Taylor just how many logs should be used – by shoving them up his butt.
“Start with twelve, if you’re using the thinner logs.” said Stephanie. “If you’re using the medium sized ones then six should suffice. Remember to start your timer; we’re supposed to finish making a raft in thirty minutes. What next?”
Taylor walked over to where the logs of wood were stacked into piles and began randomly select them.
“No, no, don’t just choose anything! Choose those which are more or less of the same length and breadth. They are easier to tie and arrange then.” said Stephanie, going over to help Taylor select.
Sierra glared at Taylor impatiently. Did something or the other always have to go wrong for him? He followed behind the two of them, itching to box Taylor in the ears and then pull Stephanie away with himself. Instead, he stood there like a statue with a scowl carved into his features, watching Taylor shamelessly flirt with Stephanie while she was helping him select the logs of wood.
When he was done, Taylor tried lifting the heavy load but put it back down.
“I can only carry two at a time.” he said, separating the logs into batches of two.
He walked over to Sierra and unceremoniously dumped one bundle into his arms.
“Here, Sierra. You can help carry one pile for me.” he smirked.
Sierra wanted to throw the logs down immediately but he heaved the logs onto his shoulders instead, a plan forming in his mind. This had gone on long enough and it was time to put an end to it.
“Where do you want these deposited?” he asked Taylor silkily.
“Over there.” said Taylor, pointing to where he was working.
Sierra swung in the opposite direction.
“Over there?” he asked, innocently.
“No, you moron! I said over there, to your right.”
“Oh, you mean … there.”
Sierra swung back hard, getting Taylor straight in the head with the logs and immediately knocking him unconscious.
“Oh, my goodness! What did you do?!” cried Stephanie, running forward.
“What?” said Sierra, now swinging the logs the other way and this time, getting Stephanie on the head with them. She fell to the ground with a dull thud.
“I’m so sorry.” murmured Sierra, watching the two unconscious bodies without a trace of remorse.
Diego, who had been keeping a wary eye out for Sierra ever since he had started to speak to Stephanie, dropped working on his unfinished raft and came running over to him.
“What the hell did you do?! You knocked out both of them!” hissed Diego.
“I did, didn’t I?” said Sierra, with no emotion.
Diego stared at him incredulously.
“What did you have for lunch today? Snails? Why did you hit Stephanie too?”
“Why else? So that her prince charming could come revive her … and guess who that is?” said Sierra, eyes alight with mischief. Understanding dawned after a moment and Diego’s temper faded.
“You sly dog.” he said under his breath. “What about Taylor?”
“Leave him to me.” said Sierra, going over to Taylor’s unconscious body and lifting it up by the arms. “Just tell Stephanie I said sorry, okay?” he grunted, pulling the heavy body away.
Sierra left Taylor’s body in between two tall piles of wood, so that his body would remain hidden from the others until he regained consciousness … whenever that would be.
“Serves you right for interfering.” said Sierra, addressing Taylor’s unconscious body. He would have kicked him, too, but he didn’t for fear that it would wake Taylor up.
When he walked back to his workstation he saw Stephanie sitting up and engaged in animated conversation with Diego, and he smiled. Finally, he had managed to get this right.
Sierra decided to just let things be and not interfere in the
Stephanie frowned at this while Sierra looked just about ready to personally show Taylor just how many logs should be used – by shoving them up his butt.
“Start with twelve, if you’re using the thinner logs.” said Stephanie. “If you’re using the medium sized ones then six should suffice. Remember to start your timer; we’re supposed to finish making a raft in thirty minutes. What next?”
Taylor walked over to where the logs of wood were stacked into piles and began randomly select them.
“No, no, don’t just choose anything! Choose those which are more or less of the same length and breadth. They are easier to tie and arrange then.” said Stephanie, going over to help Taylor select.
Sierra glared at Taylor impatiently. Did something or the other always have to go wrong for him? He followed behind the two of them, itching to box Taylor in the ears and then pull Stephanie away with himself. Instead, he stood there like a statue with a scowl carved into his features, watching Taylor shamelessly flirt with Stephanie while she was helping him select the logs of wood.
When he was done, Taylor tried lifting the heavy load but put it back down.
“I can only carry two at a time.” he said, separating the logs into batches of two.
He walked over to Sierra and unceremoniously dumped one bundle into his arms.
“Here, Sierra. You can help carry one pile for me.” he smirked.
Sierra wanted to throw the logs down immediately but he heaved the logs onto his shoulders instead, a plan forming in his mind. This had gone on long enough and it was time to put an end to it.
“Where do you want these deposited?” he asked Taylor silkily.
“Over there.” said Taylor, pointing to where he was working.
Sierra swung in the opposite direction.
“Over there?” he asked, innocently.
“No, you moron! I said over there, to your right.”
“Oh, you mean … there.”
Sierra swung back hard, getting Taylor straight in the head with the logs and immediately knocking him unconscious.
“Oh, my goodness! What did you do?!” cried Stephanie, running forward.
“What?” said Sierra, now swinging the logs the other way and this time, getting Stephanie on the head with them. She fell to the ground with a dull thud.
“I’m so sorry.” murmured Sierra, watching the two unconscious bodies without a trace of remorse.
Diego, who had been keeping a wary eye out for Sierra ever since he had started to speak to Stephanie, dropped working on his unfinished raft and came running over to him.
“What the hell did you do?! You knocked out both of them!” hissed Diego.
“I did, didn’t I?” said Sierra, with no emotion.
Diego stared at him incredulously.
“What did you have for lunch today? Snails? Why did you hit Stephanie too?”
“Why else? So that her prince charming could come revive her … and guess who that is?” said Sierra, eyes alight with mischief. Understanding dawned after a moment and Diego’s temper faded.
“You sly dog.” he said under his breath. “What about Taylor?”
“Leave him to me.” said Sierra, going over to Taylor’s unconscious body and lifting it up by the arms. “Just tell Stephanie I said sorry, okay?” he grunted, pulling the heavy body away.
Sierra left Taylor’s body in between two tall piles of wood, so that his body would remain hidden from the others until he regained consciousness … whenever that would be.
“Serves you right for interfering.” said Sierra, addressing Taylor’s unconscious body. He would have kicked him, too, but he didn’t for fear that it would wake Taylor up.
When he walked back to his workstation he saw Stephanie sitting up and engaged in animated conversation with Diego, and he smiled. Finally, he had managed to get this right.
Sierra decided to just let things be and not interfere in the
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