Piotrowski handed him a small hatchet."Use the head of this to drive those stakes in. With that synthetic handle it weighs less than two pounds. We'll...have to weigh all this equipment to see what kind of load you'll have."Jobe tested out the tent while Scott built a pit and tried to start a fire with a magnesium fire starter."That's for emergencies. Use one of these 'strike anywhere' matches instead. Or maybe I should get you a lighter?" Mr. Piotrowski was rubbing his chin. He had the 'I need. "Let's shower," Chloe said, grabbing Brad by the hand and leading him toward the bathroom, shedding her blouse and bikini bottom, and then turning and unbuckling his belt, and pulling his pants and underpants down to his feet and out of them.Maggie felt lonely. Her first night at Fantasy Fest had turned out poorly. She had wanted to find a pleasant and easy-going romance. Tomorrow, she said to herself, I'll do better. Maybe Brad has a friend? But he's so young!Chloe and Brad came out of the. "She chuckles. "In fact, every now and then a rookie guard follows others into the next level and then finds herself unable to get back out. Often I think they lead her in on purpose. If there are any empty cells, they usually lock her up for a few days as an informal punishment. Sometimes they leave her in isolation; sometimes they rig her up and zap her for practice. She doesn't forget after that. But I digress."As the door behind us locks with a series of penetrating clanks, Serena points. I glanced down through the water to get a wavy blurred glimpse of her ample chest. "I bet a few things have grown on you as well," I said."Well why don't you find out?" she joked, with a sarcastic expression. Joke or not, that was an opportunity I would not turn down. And anyways, one of the few things that I do know about girls is that they rarely joke about things sexual, whether even they realize it or not. I reached over, grabbed a titty, and gave it a playful squeeze. Cara pushed away,.