Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I...crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt snow to replace our drinking water. I crawled to the entrance and climbed to my knees. An upset bride once asked a famous advice columnist, “My husband insists on urinating in our backyard. Why. I’d make him cum then escape. But it wasn’t to be. He fucked me for another couple of hours, had me in every position so he could drill deep inside me.We visited the lounge for a second time. I was scared but something turned me on to keeep up with his demands. I ordered one drink and the barman nodded as I walked naked back to him and placed it in front of him then stood at the side of his chair as he sipped it.The barman carried on with his bottling up and wiping down and ignored us but two. "Look," said Rocky, "there's a boat out on the lake."Natasha and Bullwinkle looked in the direction Rocky was pointing and saw a small cabin cruiser just off shore. The craft was under power and traveling slowly in tight but erratic circles."Maybe the pilot has seen your friend," said Bullwinkle."Looks like pilot has seen nothing but bottle," Natasha replied. "He looks drunk." I swear I've seen that kind of boatmanship somewhere before," said Rocky. "Ahoy the boat," the intrepid squirrel. ”“In Club Zanzie?” grinned Cam.“The Club Zanzie rules,” Mandzie smiled, “are that newbies in bikinis get free sunscreen applied, by the existing members.”“Oooh yes,” Saffie tuned in instantly, “we should all be in bikinis.”“Great idea,” agreed Zann.“I haven’t brought one,” said Zin.“I haven’t even got one,” said Lizzie, “I look stupid in them.”“I look stupid in mine,” Phoebz agreed, “I can never get one to fit properly.”“Why’s that?” asked Leah sympathetically.“It’s my ass,” Phoebe patted it.