There had been little to no fuel for our campfire most nights. Occasionally we’d find a stick lying in the grass or more commonly some dried animal ...ung, but it was never enough to get a fire started to heat up our MRE’s. The women were getting sick and tired of eating them cold. So was I, but then I’d done it before so I knew how to grin and bear it. They didn’t. When I mentioned the possibility of a real campfire, they stopped their complaining.The little finger of land was bigger than I. . waaaay!" I intoned, imitating ESPN's Chris Berman."Did any football players ever get cancer?" Nolan wanted to know."Oh, yeah!" I told him, wishing I could bring up a name and some details. "It happens to lots of guys -- athletes. All kinds of people. There've been guys just like Jon Lester in football, too ... Guys who had cancer, and were able to beat it!" That's pretty neat," Nolan said. " ... But I think I like baseball more." Hard to beat baseball," I agreed, secretly pleased at Nolan's. It was about 30 minutes into the match when they scored the first goal of the match. We let out a cheer and I turned to my wife to say something about my old tem. As I turned around I realised she was now right at the back of the shelter and a few guys were surrounding her and she was giggling. I had a feeling then that I'd perhaps ignored her a bit too much. but she was happy. Dirty girl that she is I bet she was loving the attention. My mate turned around and noticed the crowd around my wife. She sat and chatted with him for a while. I brought some jello shots into the living room and had her press her breasts together and scooped the jello shot out onto her breasts. We started with David doing a couple then she agreed to let the other guys do some as well. By now there were 9 guys there and the jello shots went quickly.Some time later Susie got up and went to the to get another drink when everyone in the living room heard her yell "Oh Shit!" from the kitchen. She had gone in to.