081513 #worm He hears Krim cry out. He can see nothing but the sweaty backs of the bronzed, delirious strangers. Was it a cry of pain? alarm? ecstasy? He forces himself to approach the circle again. It opens for him this time. He is propelled into the center. The mud is chopped up and sloppy from the dancers' antics. It weighs down his shoes. On the opposite side of the circle, facing him, Krim stands, fully, shockingly, savagely naked. Mud smears her thighs, her dove-white belly, her breasts. Her eyes flash with the firelight. The slender man and the husky man hold her arms tightly. Others, shadowy, crouching down behind her, grasp her legs. Ltiky steps toward her.