Adella: Day Two

It's a new morning at Soccer Camp. The sun's coming up, and it's still chilly outside.

You lie there, warm and happy in bed, fast asleep and dreaming about yesterday, where you fooled around with that shy, but perky redhead, Riley.

You and the rest of the girls in your cabin are rudely awakened because unfortunately this camp is about soccer, not flirting with pretty girls. But even as you get up and get dressed, you are already feeling frisky. It looks like the day is beginning with a long run through the woods.

You follow the other girls out, and one of the coaches leads you a trail and takes off. You all tiredly jog after her. It's still not very light, so the woods are kind of dark and dreary. The girls are nicer to look at than the trees. Some wear normal shorts, but some wear small ones or tight ones. A long line of dozens of girls running has a lot to offer your discerning eye.

You spot one slim, familiar figure: Riley is up at the front, her ponytail bobbing as she runs. It looks like she likes being in the lead. You could go up there and race her.

Or you could hang back and enjoy the view of some of these other girls.