Camping Trip From Hell Part Two
I cleaned up after dinner and poured a glass of wine, then sat next to the fire I had built. The guys next door were already out drinking by their fire pit, dressed only in gym shorts. “Hey, Tyler, if you want to come over and watch her in action tonight, you’re more than welcome,” Tom told me. I didn’t respond; I just sat there lost and depressed. A short while later, Marnie returned, walked into the tent, and emerged a few minutes later, wearing just her robe and carrying her camera and tripod. “OK, here I go, I’m not sure what time they’ll finish with me, so….,” she said calmly. I didn’t respond to her, I just let her go, as she walked into the men’s campsite to hugs and kisses. Marnie sat down …