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The girls tightened their song about the hunter. Before the song was over, John approached me.

– There is a serious conversation. I propose to develop a long-term plan for hunting. So catching game will be easier for us. I invite you for my table.

He also approached Mark and Gustav. Mark and I, taking the chairs, moved John’s table. Gustav remained in his place, having ordered more, like yesterday, vodka.

«Gentlemen, let me introduce myself,» said John. «I’m a colonel of the US armed forces, retired.» Let’s make a plan to catch our game. After all, one by one, we practically have no chance of catching it.

– And who will take possession of the bracelet and the girl?

«The one who will grab her first.» As prescribed by the rules. So you agree?

Mark and I nodded.

«It’s late at night.» Miya, most likely, went to the hut.

We all looked at the screen. The blue light did move towards the hut.

«By the light of the street lamps or by the sound of footsteps, the girl will immediately see through us,» John continued. – Therefore, only one tactic will be effective. Simultaneous attack on the hut from three sides. I propose the following plan.

The colonel took a sheet of paper and drew the outline of the island.

«We are here.» The hut is here. We advance along the shore, reach the creek, rise up. Further, here, turn to the right and go to the point of the beginning of the preliminary attack. Further, here we separate and go out one by one to the place of the beginning of the decisive assault. At the appointed time, we are at the same time bursting into the hut. Everything, she has nowhere to go.

John skeptically examined our and Mark’s clothes.

– Thirty minutes for everyone to equip. We meet here. With you to have lights and watches.

Half an hour later our group moved out into the night. The sky was sparkling with stars, but the forest was absolutely black and gloomy. Before the exit, we looked at the screen, Mia was really in the hut.

On the shore we walked in single file, ahead of Mark, behind him I, closed the group a colonel with a cigar in his teeth. We illuminated ourselves with flashlights. Suddenly, Mark cursed, his beam jumped to the side. I lit his lying body on the sand. He rubbed his aching leg with a grimace of pain.

«Michael, or ahead, you are more of a spoon,» John said.

We went on. According to my calculations, there should have been a stream for a long time already. But he was not there. After all, could not we go through without noticing it?

«John, there’s no brook.»

– Will now be.

Yes, there’s the stream. Then the colonel went first. It became even more difficult to walk. It was necessary to shine not only under the feet, but also above, so as not to be knocked down by some branch. Mark fell a couple more times.

«I’m coming from this island with an invalid,» he grumbled.

«You did not make me almost disabled,» I thought.

From some point, led only to the colonel, we turned from the stream into an impenetrable jungle. It became practically impossible to go. I already mentally cursed John for his stupid plan. Finally, he stopped.

– Here.

We stopped to take a breath.

«Now we are a hundred meters from the hut.»

The colonel took out the scheme.

– Here. Perhaps Miya sees the light from our lanterns. But it’s not scary. It is quite obvious that from here we are not dangerous to her. Our dispositions are as follows: Mark remains here.

– Like here? One?

– Yes. Your way, Mark, will be there. We are guided by the stars. Michael and I are moving here and here. Here is Michael’s place, here’s mine. Exactly one hour later we begin the attack. Let’s check the clock.

I went through the damned forest, to my position. Through the tree crowns, the stars were visible, then no.

At the appointed time, I «went on the attack.» One hundred meters of impassable jungle. Clinging to the roots, branches and falling, I made my way through the thicket. There was no hut at all. Probably, further. But even further it was not. There was only a forest everywhere. I went to the left, then to the right, until I realized that I was lost. The hut was gone somewhere. But the hut is a hut, but how will I find my way home to the hotel?

«Hey,» I shouted.

Maybe my brothers, hunters, will hear me?

«Hey,» a girlish maiden voice suddenly responded from somewhere on the side.

This is Miya!

«Miya, wait!»

– Hey!

«Miya?»

– Hey!

The voice was approaching, then retiring. She played with me. Sometimes it seemed to me that I could see her naked body in the light of a lantern. That high swaying breasts, then fleeing from me the girl’s buttocks and thighs. Then Miya stopped responding, apparently, she was bored with the game.

It was already beginning to dawn when I somehow got to the stream, and then to the sea. In the hotel I returned brutally tired and angry. In the restaurant-terrace sat at his table a colonel. He drank coffee unperturbed and smoked a cigar.

– John! Did you catch Mia? Where is Mark?

– The operation failed. The civilians, you and Mark, were laid out.

«Have you seen Mia?»

– At the appointed time, I went to the hut. The girl was there. She ran to the side where Mark was coming from, but Mark did not show up. He, like you, lost his way.

John blew a circular ring of smoke upward.

– Well, there’s a chance to be rehabilitated. We’ll take it in the afternoon. Now we went to rest, we will meet here in two hours. Nowhere will our game go away from us.

Okay, let’s have fun later. Two hours later, Mark and I sat at John’s table. A sheet of paper lay before the colonel.

«The game is now on the shore of the lagoon.» Sleeping or resting, maybe bathing. We will approach her from here, from the forest. We shall approach not together, and with some interval, a chain, so to speak. Our task is to push it into the water. Can everyone swim?

Mark and I nodded.

«We’re driving the game into the water.» One of us, say, Mark, goes directly to her, into the water. Michael and I go around the native on both sides, also enter the water, take it into the ring. On three sides we swim to the girl and grab it. She simply has nowhere to go.

John looked at us. The plan seems to have been sensible. But the first plan seemed correct, too.

The beginning of the colonel’s plan went well. We left the forest on the beach just opposite the place where the naked Miya was sitting on the beach. Seeing that the three of us and all the ways to the forest were cut off, the girl threw herself into the sea. Mark followed her, and John and I dispersed along the mound of the lagoon and also entered the water. The native was in the ring. And the ring began to shrink. The three of us sailed to the girl and everyone wanted to grab her first. Miya looked at one, then another, swooping hunter, perplexedly. She, probably, chose, with whom it makes sense to compete.

And then something unexpected happened. Mia ducked. She did not just go underwater, but really dived. First half of the girl jumped out of the water, including her sexy breasts. She pumped her mouth violently. Then Mia did a wobble and her head went into the water, exposing men for an appetizing ass. The slender legs of a woman left under the water. We all dived after her. The depth in this place was great. Naked beauty rushed to the bottom. I could only dive a few meters. Pressure poured ears, salty ocean water pushed out. I could only watch how the women’s legs and buttocks worked powerfully, pushing Mia’s body first inward, and then to the side. She swam in the direction of Mark. Here the girl safely swam under it and rushed to the shore. Catch up to us it was not possible. We again have remained with a nose. Here Mia goes ashore, so flexible, strong and… naked. The water drains over her smooth, slightly swarthy skin. Mia laughs, she sends us an air kiss. The game flew away.