That alone turned me on more than I can express. As promised, she stood up, peeled her black leggings down to mid thigh and pulled up her sweater so I...could clearly see her red thong. she even did a spin so I got the full picture. My jaw dropped right open, which she obviously noticed."What? oh, have you never seen a thong before? I'm sure Rebecca must wear them all the time." My heart was pounding. Two days ago the mere mention of her panties put me on the edge, and she had just given me a. A couple of her classmates were sat on the couch watching TV and a few others were cooking, but she wasn’t close enough to any of them to justify venting her frustrations.After dumping the wasted food in the bin, she took the bowls to the communal sink – rinsing them before chucking them in the dishwasher. She was torn. She knew her friend was going through some monumental shit. Being dumped after three years was enough to mess with anyone’s mind, but it surely shouldn’t change a person that. I asked, “Are you alone up here Tom?” “Yes,” he said. “You too?” “Yes,” I explained adding, “I guess we are both pretty unusual people camping in the wilderness alone.” “Do you just like the challenge and solitude Jessica?” Tom wondered. “Something like that,” I responded. “What about you?” “Oh, it’s a long story Jessica. Nothing very interesting,” he replied. “I like long stories and it’s too hot to sleep...” I observed. “My wife and I used to come here...” he trailed off. “Oh? Why didn’t she. " Reg, that'd be fine for a few weeks but it's going to be two or three months before you can get back to work properly and you'll be bored to sobs by then."Reg shrugged. "Can't be helped. Perhaps Len would let me back on light duties." Reg, you're wasted as a warehouseman. You've got a good brain. You're inventive. You can argue your case."Reg shrugged again. "So? I can't read or write to save my life. So I'm stuck as a warehouseman. When Len retires I might make foreman." But that's a long.