Camping with the Boys
CAMPING WITH THE BOYS “Grab us a beer love!” yelled Rod from the lounge room table, I grabbed another 10 stubbies from the fridge and replaced the cold ones with some from one of the cartons on the kitchen table and took the cold ones out to the lounge where Rod and 9 of his best mates were playing their usual monthly game of poker. The guys were in an even better mood than usual as they were also planning their yearly camping trip to their secret camping spot up in the mountains. They all stopped talking as I entered the room and handed out the beers which only served to make me even more suspicious and curious. For the last couple of years I suspected that there were some loose women involved as they …