When you get back to camp, takes both sets of clothes from you and heads into the tent. No sooner than she is out of sight, you start to gather firewood. As Owl’s Head is not often visited this time of year, there is an over-abundance of dead fall that will burn rather nicely. Once you have a decent amount of wood to sustain you for a few hours (or a few minutes if lets you build your trademark bonfire), you begin to pile it into the fire pit. While you are doing this, you begin to hear sounds of frustration coming from inside the tent.
“FUCKIN’ THING!!!” shouts rather loudly.
You snigger in amusement as you know you will soon be called upon to be a knight-in-shining-armor to complete some menial task for . It has happened countless thousands of times since you were kids, and today will be no different.
The sound of “SsssTrackkkkk!!” returns you to your fire duties as you strike a wooden match against a rock and hold it against some old newspaper.
“DAMMIT!!! PIECE OF SHIT!!!” curses again and again as you pile small and medium pieces of kindling onto your burning newspaper.
As the wood catches, your nostrils fill with the scent of wood smoke, a scent that you have not enjoyed since your last time in the woods with the damsel-in-distress inside your tent. As you take in another quick whiff, you hear another outburst come from the tent.
“UGGGHHHHH!!! SHIT!!! can you come in here and give me a hand?” She asks in a semi-angry, semi-helpless tone. You slightly chuckle as stand up. The fire is lit, but since you don’t know how long you will be detained by ’s difficulty, you dump a handful of medium-sized logs on to it.
As you unzip the tent, you are greeted with a very pleasant sight. is standing in the middle of the tent in a pair of cutoff shorts that show off her well-toned legs and the soaking-wet bra she wore swimming. You take a brief second to soak in the beauty before then offer your assistance.
“What can I help you with this time, my dear?” You say with a smirk and a slight hip thrust that you are sure will earn you a playful smack.
“I can’t reach the clasp on my bra. Can you undo it for me?” She says after giving you that playful slap.
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