He did! What he wrote just confirmed what she felt.Now what to do?! Then, amidst the flurry of responses she had gotten to her profile, she receivedon... that stood out. It was from the Man who had spoken to her in his stories.She read his profile; he was what she wanted emotionally but was a little olderthan she had wanted. But he spoke to her soul the way no manher age had ever done. Now what to do? She was torn, should she pursue herfantasy or should she play it safe. Her very soul told her to. If there was anyone left around, Steve “Santa Claus” Stanislaw didn’t become aware of them. (He was called that because he had a deep infectious chuckle and a sunny disposition. Probably nothing to do with his last name.)He suggested to Buddy “Let’s get a drink, where’s water?” making it clear enough that the drink was water, and the water was to drink so he wouldn’t end up at a duck pond or a bar. Although he suspected his little buddy bud had a sense of humor and sometimes played little. Better just relax like you were and take itlike a real woman." Yeah just relax Anna we aren't going to hurt you. Well at least not toomuch." Audrey said this and started to laugh hysterically."Hey Renee look at the little whores clitty. That bitch's clit is justbobbing in the air she's so excited." Melissa pointed this out to Renee tomy dismay."Oh my, my, what a horny little slut I am married to. Here all along I amfeeling sorry for you thinking my little princess is frightened and youare. She had bragged to one of her friends that she would bag a "hottie". Twit.The night wore on. The "hottie" (whose name was Brad, I found out) was casting frequent glances over at Ruth's legs, which kinda irked me. Stick to your piece, buddy, I thought. Ruth hadn't noticed, though, and was getting all snuggly with me. We headed back to camp.After saying goodnight to the few who were still hanging around the campfire site, Ruth and I adjourned to our tent. Out of the moonlight we couldn't see a.