"Ok guys. We are going to the house." says Nate with a determined edge to his voice.
The trek up the sand dunes is tough, but he manages. Under his arms the two donkey toys squeak as they rub against his smooth skin.
Approaching the old white house Nate notices that there is a car in the driveway. Somebody is home, but the paint on the house is peeling and cracked. One window has been replaced with a board. Nobody could live here full time. It might be vacationers. He decides to take his chances and see who is at home. They might be able to help, take him to a doctor or something. This close to Pleasure Island maybe you arent the first people that they have met in your condition.
The house has a wrap around porch and Nate notices that in front there are two men sunbathing. He walks up closer and stops.
They are large, muscular and tan. They could easily be models sitting there in the sun with their shiny skin lathered in oil. Both are wearing glasses, one is wearing a baseball hat turned backward.
Nate decides to take his chances. He sets his two donkey balloons down on the porch and walks up to the two men, squeak squeak.
One turns and looks at him as he gets closer and stand up.
"Hi there. Just off the Island eh? Im Jake. This is Matt."