Three, small split branches the thickness of your finger. The amount you want depends on the weather. I try for eight to twelve when it's nasty.Four, ...plit logs the size of your wrist or larger.Ready four to eight pieces to burn while you break up more wood, unless you have to go a ways to chase it down.Drag your branches and such close to your camp. How many? My rule is to work until I can't see straight.It takes three logs or more to make a flaming fire. Two logs make embers.I'm no. “I’ll take position.”“Maybe dress first?”They laughed.The drive, which they had paved, took a couple minutes. Karissa waited at the front of the cabin wearing a tight tank top t shirt and soft shorts, revealing her voluptuousness and strength. She didn’t bother arming herself. Her security and her brother focused guns at the unknown guest, hidden in the trees or, in her brother’s case, at a cabin window.The woman stepped from her rented Jeep dressed in casual business attire. A buttoned shirt. She keptwalking past me and stopping by and asking if I needed some help knowingfull well there was nothing for to do. I always knew she did all this toget a rise out of me. Every time she'd look at me she'd give me a sly lookfollowed by a smile, as if daring me to charge towards her, rip her clothesoff and have my way with her. Erika's mom was a business woman whofrequently traveled. Her travels usually ranged from one day to one week,once in a while, a long while, she would be gone for a. “Oi!” Valerie snapped. “Stop lounging about, haven’t you got work to do?”Barry looked up sullenly. “Yes, but she, “ he nodded towards Margery, “said I should be here to help when you got in. She thought you might need warming up.” His tone was closer to insolence than Valerie would have liked but she let it go.“How thoughtful, Marge! You are such a slut. I don’t think I need him for that tonight though. All right then, Barry, help me undress then you can get me a drink. I need a scotch after.