. oh well."This camp site is lame, there's nobody around for miles, my cell phone reception sucks, and I forgot my pillow," I complained to my girlfri...nd. She wasn't listening, she was too busy giggling with her girl friends as they left me and the "gay" friend James (he wasn't gay, he confessed that he got laid way more often pretending to be gay than when he acts straight, so he just preferred it) to setup the tent and sleeping areas. This tent was huge, you could easily fit 20 people in. Going inside, she made a quick meal and sat down to relax when her phone rang. It was her boss. ‘Petra, this is John Smith, from ConScotts. I was checking to make sure you are alright.’ He explained. Petra smiled, ‘Thank you, sir. I’m fine. You really didn’t have to call.’ She added. John sighed, ‘Yes I did. I would have stopped by, but I didn’t want to intrude. Listen, I’m here and I can assure you things will be better when you return. Call me if you ever need to talk. I hope we can be. Waking early to the smell of coffee Mmmm sitting up pulling back the tent door it's barely sunrise ,replying toss on one of my shirts grab a towel and your shower shoes and get out here and enjoy a cup of coffee before we shower sipping my coffee looking at you over the rim asking why so early the birds are sleeping ,drink your coffee so we can shower setting my cup down standing you reach out take my hand as we walk to the showers standing there looking at each other you ask join me hmmmm I. . ah... very good," choked Ian. "Really good." Well there's more where that came from!" Julie announced."Fuck," shouted a man from the betting floor. "I was positive that the Adams bitch would bail," he said motioning toward the screen occupied by Ian and Julie. "Now she's after that guy like stink on shit."John Cord's amplified voice interrupted the man's angry display."Ladies and Gentlemen, all bets need to be down now for Portion 3. Isn't this juicy, folks? Well, so much for the easy stuff..