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Soy wine? I took another sip and used my free hand to hide a delicate little belch that bubbled out of nowhere.
    Bubbly burp , I thought, and I started giggling.
    Whoa, tipsy much? I probably should have had more of the food before diving straight into the alcohol.
    Matt didn’t mind.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. Good thing, ’cause I couldn’t stop giggling now that I’d started.
    He started nuzzling my neck again, making low growling noises that vibrated pleasantly against the sensitive skin, both tickling me and turning me on. One thing led to another and we were soon happily back where we’d left off.
    Then he added something new to the repertoire. It was a weird, low, moaning sound—but not the usual “Oh, baby” and “You’re turning me on.” No, this noise was strange enough to break through my lust-and-alcohol haze.
    I stopped in mid-kiss.
    “What was that?”
    “What was what?” The sound had stopped, and it was pretty obvious Matt that hadn’t heard a thing.He continued stroking my hips, insinuating his hand between my thighs, stroking me through the denim. I squirmed with pleasure even as my ears strained to pick up anything out of the ordinary.
    Nothing except the cracking of ancient redwood branches. The forest gave off an almost-sour loamy smell tonight, causing me to wrinkle my nose a bit.
    Giving a mental shrug, I turned my attention back to my boy toy, specifically the bulge beneath his jeans. I teased him, rubbing one hand along the outline of his erection while nibbling gently on his neck in a way I knew he liked. His free hand caressed my breasts, first one, and then the other, thumb softly flicking against the nipples, a move guaranteed to drive me wild.
    We were both moaning with desire at this point, all panting with eagerness to take things to the next level... when suddenly his hand squeezed my left breast way too hard.
    “ Ow! That hurt!” I smacked him on the shoulder, hard.
    “Huh?” Matt lifted his mouth from my earlobe. “What the hell did you do that for?”
    But he squeezed again, nails digging in this time. A rattling moan sounded close to my ear. The ear not next to Matt’s mouth.
    Suddenly the forest smelled rank .
    “What the fuck?” I said. “Get off me!” I shoved Matt and rolled away from the moaning. The hand on my breast stayed there, accompanied by a nasty tearing noise, like the sound of a drumstick being ripped off a whole chicken.
    Matt grabbed the lantern and turned it up. I looked down and gasped in grossed-out disbelief. The glow revealed a rotted hand clutching my 34-C, ragged nails digging into the flesh. Even worse, said hand was attached to an equally gross arm...
    And nothing else.
    “Omigod, that’s disgusting !” I suppressed the urge to hurl the contents of my stomach.
    “Jeez, babe, what is your damage?” Matt sat up, sounding mortally offended.
    I didn’t have time to deal with his petulance. I was too busy dislodging what looked like a cheap Halloween prop from my boob. It didn’t take much effort; the thing seemed to have lost all of its oomph .
    As Matt lifted the lantern, I found out why.
    The top half of what was once a young woman squirmed on the mossy ground next to our blanket. Her torso trailed off into strings of intestines and other bits of unidentifiable organs. Chunks of flesh were missing from her face and neck.
    Two spooky, milky-white eyes stared at me from above a bloody hole, chewed gristle sticking out where her nose used to be. Her mouth opened and closed hungrily as she used her remaining arm to pull herself onto the blanket.
    I choked back a definitely hysterical laugh as I wondered if this counted as a lesbian encounter. Then my stomach twisted in serious knots, and I threw up.
    “Holy shit!” Matt got a good look at our visitor as she pulled herself slowly, relentlessly towards us. “Holy shit! What the fuck is that?”
    I shook my head, holding back my own “holy shits”