Shehad a playful and youthful face with a tiny sprinkling of freckles thatonly appeared in the summer. Her long, wavy hair was a deep drown with ahint...of crimson. It trailed down her back and over her shoulders ending alittle above where her nipples sat atop her perky breasts. The top threebuttons of her white school shirt lay open like a teasing invitation tolook at her cleavage below. Long knee socks emphasized her femininecalves and bare thighs that lead up to a full and round bottom,. I didn’t offer any resistance. Ashamed, I leaned against the wall, turned my face away. I was flushed. I bit my lower lip as she took a step towards me.She placed her hands on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Her left hand glided down my blouse. Her hand cupped my breast, thumb making slow circles. I gasped and pressed myself against the wall.“Please…don’t…”She squeezed and I let out a moan. Desperation, so scared. I slowly looked up into her face, those liquid eyes, soft, long. A knock on the door I grabbed up my robe and threw it onrunning to the door. His hand was raised for a second knock as I opened thedoor and smiled up at him. ?Welcome.? I stepped into the bedroom where he?d set up the camera andheld the robe shut. ?I don?t bite,? he smiled, ?well only if I?m begged to.? Weboth chuckled and I released my death grip on my robe. The camera raised and hestarted shooting. I walked to the stereo and flipped on Pastthe point of no return from the Phantom of the Opera. Miles and I made camp. There was less wood at that elevation where we chose for our camp, so I gave him my hand ax. Miles had chosen not to bring one along. He did have the big knife rather than the small skinning knife.Me: Do what you can and try to find some wood on the ground. Growing wood is going to be hard to bring down with that hatchet. It seems to be pretty sharp but it is lightweight.I hung up the tarp again I used a piece of nylon cord to secure it. I didn't think it would rain but.