A pair of black sandals on my feet completes my camping attire for the day. While I'm head down/ass up at the icebox, I select a rum and coke and then...ask if you want one as well. You reply yes. With a can in each hand, I head back over to you, handing you one can and keeping the other for myself. I don't want to go back to my log. It's lonely over there and I can't touch you. I crave to be near you. So I park my ass right next to yours, both of us now perched on the one log. We open our cans. She's always wearing jeans; or mega-tight or mega-loose, there's no middle point. So, it was winter break and we made plans for a horror movies night. My parents left the house for some days, so it was at my home. We made a lot of food and american snacks, and they brought a lot of alcohol. I don't drink, i don't like the flavor and it's funnier to see my friends acting dumb when I'm sober. So, Natasha was just in her underwear (a thong) and a long shirt that covered up to her knees, and even. Being a part of N.E monsoon region, our city gets rains which makes movement terrible with flooded roads. I as any other chennaite used to curse these rains until I got what is gonna be the essence of my story. Being in a corporate sector, I had great times viewing many of my female colleagues who are just hot. With my friends we shared a lot of gossips on them. One among them was Ms.S. A hot girl in my project. Being of my age, she had a killer body with long hair. Her sense of dressing was. Rebecca Lawrence is eighteen years old, just a grade below her friend Elizabeth Maclore, and is considered something of a geek to most of the school. “Please don’t go in there!”Rebecca's best friend, Elizabeth, fit the image of a 'popular girl' much easier than she did. Elizabeth had long blonde hair, golden tan skin, a cheerleader's body, and a friendly, if slighly bossy, personality.Lizzy looked back down the hill at her younger friend, “C’mon Becky! You just have to do it! Don’t you want to.