Pitch The Tent

You really have no desire to venture off into the woods alone, so you decide to stay here in the relative safety of the campsite.

You see Roxie rummaging through her stuff and pull out something white which then she puts into her fanny pack.

"What is that?" You ask.

"Just some TP. " She said.

"Oh... Wait, you're gonna go right now? You're not gonna wait until we get to the cabin?"

"Yeah. I've been holding it since yesterday. I could have hold it some more but that burrito disagrees. It looks like we're not getting there soon, sooo... while you pitch a camp here I'll pinch a loaf in the bushes. And maybe return with some dry firewood."

You know that Roxie has been wanting to relieve herself for a while as she heard her ranting about skipping morning routines because of busy schedules. Back then at the eatery Roxie got the urge to go, but the toilets were under maintenance so she had **** but to hold it.

"Oh, okay. Be careful." You said.

"Yeah. yeah. And oh... don't peep, okay!"

Both of you giggles. Roxie ventures off in search of dry wood for the campfire and more importantly, a secluded and private place for her to comfortably drop her load.

Since the instructions for the tent were lost some time ago, it takes you the better part of an hour to get the thing standing. When you're done, you take a step back and admire your handiwork.

Looking around the clearing, you begin to wonder where Roxie has gone off to. It shouldn't be taking this long to find enough firewood to get you through the night. Maybe she's dropping a big one? Spying a pile of twigs and a few larger branches about twenty feet from you, you realize that you could use that to get the fire going before Roxie returns with the rest of it, but a nagging feeling in your gut tells you that something may have happened to her.

Whenever your little voice tells you that there might be danger, you've usually managed to follow the path of safety. You realize that Roxie may be in trouble, but there is no reason to panic, yet. You'll give her another half hour, then go looking for her.

In the meantime though, it's more important to get the fire started. It will be getting cold soon and the warmth will be a necessity rather than a luxury.

After collecting the wood from the edge of the campsite, you set about stacking it into the ready-made fire pit. A few pieces of paper from you pack and a match completes the recipe. The fire starts with ease.

Sitting back on a log which has been pulled up close to serve as a bench, you glance around through the dusk. It will be dark soon. You'd better start looking for Roxie or you'll both be out there lost in the night.

Standing up, you hear a noise behind you. Startled, you turn and see a disheveled Roxie stumble into the clearing. She is covered with dirt and grime. Her satin blouse, once tied beneath her bust has several dirt stains and hangs loosely off her large busted frame. Same goes to her spandex shorts which are now dirty. The normally perfect mane of blonde hair is now wild.

"Shit, Rox!" you exclaim as you race over to your friend. "Are you okay?"

Roxie's eyes are glazed over and a strange, out of place smile covers her dirt encrusted lips. "I'm excellent, how are you?"

"What the fuck happened to you?" you ask, a bit afraid.

Brushing past you, Roxie heads for the fire. Turning your head, you notice something different about her stride. Her hips seem to sway a bit more than usual. In the flickering firelight, her muscles seem a bit more defined than you remember them.

Turning her head, Roxie beams back at you with a sly smile, "Come here, silly. I have something for you."

You little voice starts speaking to you again. Something is definitely wrong with Roxie.