. this happened several times over the next couple weeks. i sent her a message one afternoon, to meet me sat night, change of plans. she kept askig, ...hat are we doing, where are we going? told her going to a motel,going to be a long night i owe you for several Bj's. i didnt think she'd show, but she did... we dropped her car off, asked if she needed anything before we got to the motel, she was wearing jeans, sweater, and boots. i mentioned something to the effect that she had no idea. Suddenly a bolt of lightning lights up the area brighter than the most brilliant noontime sun. In the instant of blinding light he sees that glow is coming from the window of a cabin. Even as his eyes are still suffering that after affect of the flash, he is almost bowled over by the following clamp of thunder. By the time he reaches the small log structure, he is soaked to the bone by the cold driving rain. He stops before the roughly hewn door pausing for a moment. He decides that with storm. Obviously it must be in the bottom one and so far in the back, that I have to bend right over. His hands sit already on my hips to stabilise my stand as I rummage through the dusty folders. And slowly he pushes my dress up my back to spy on my tightly stretched knickers. I can't find the bloody Brown file anywhere, and as his hands touch the bare skin of my waist the funny paralizing feeling comes back with more intensity. But as he boldly tugs on my knickers I have to get up. »In here it. It was getting near the end of the season, so I figured I would encounter fewer people. As I looked in the distance, I saw one lone canoe. My portage was straight ahead, and I paddled toward it.Since this was one of the first portages, it was wide and not very long. Most people who come up will only make one or two portages. Once you get farther back in, the portages can be up to a half mile or more. I was able to paddle right up to the shore and hop out. My pack weighed about 45 lbs. and I put.