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Chapter 4 by Robopoop Robopoop

Who do we follow?

A College Girl Summer Trip

The convoy came to a stop in front of the two story building by the lake, tires sliding to a stand still and engines shutting off. From all three rental SUVs, the gaggle of summer pumped young women took their first steps into freedom and the unknown, officially having gone further than most of them had ever gone before. They chattered, laughed and excitedly got themselves underway for their long awaited summer holiday, far away from parents, lecturers, boyfriends and the buzz of big city living. Out here in lonely Pine Springs, it was only them, the pristine lakeside views, a beautiful two storey cabin, and all the fun they could could squeeze into the week long escapade, with the closest indication of civilization being a 20 min drive away. Many were already rushing off to the rear side of the building to check out the boardwalk jetty, leaving the ones who were more remotely responsible to handle the bags, equipment and supplies. Their eldest was the first inside the cabin, being the one with the key. Those who were not making noise outside happily explored the many rooms, alcoves and the humongous main hall. They quickly discovery that the larder and fridge in the kitchen were already fully stocked with all sorts of essentials, which included no small amount of booze to add to their already considerable collection of cans, bottles and jello shots alongside myriads of branded bottle liquor. While a trio rushed upstairs to claim dibs on bedrooms and deciding on who would bunk with who, all three designated drivers shared their first beers while relaxing on the couch after a long drive.

The dozen or so young ladies kicked off their vacation with a bang. As the late afternoon sun blazed overhead, bikinis were donned. Loud music blared from the interior stereos, with windows wide open for the sound of summer house music to carry outside. Can upon can of their treasure trove of **** was emptied. Long into until the sun went down did their celebratory reveling continue, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

It begins....

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