Setting out

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“FUCK YOU!” Zack swore at the alarm clack that had disturbed his slumber. After slamming the offending clock down on the dresser, he turned to girl who had slept next to him.

“Heather, Baby. Time to get up. Lots to do and not a lot of time to do it,” he shook her gently.

“Nnn! Ten more minutes Zack!” she moaned through her pillow.

“Sorry, Babe. Got to get moving,” he said as he shook her again.

He grabbed a tee shirt, sneakers and his car keys. He left Heather to finish waking herself up. Stepping out the front door, Zack walked to his car and popped the trunk. He grabbed the tent and sleeping bags that he and Heather would be using and went through the cabin and placed them on the deck. He made two more trips back to his car to grab a couple of his fire logs, a first aid kit, and his medium cooler. When he went inside to get the key to the storage shed, he saw that Heather was up and was prepping a pot of coffee.

“About time you got your ass out of bed,” Zack teased.

“Well, I figured the longer it took me to wake up the more heavy lifting you’d get done,” she stuck her tongue out at him as he cradled her in his arms.

“You ready for this?” he asked.

“Absolutely!” she replied.

“Good. I’ve started putting the gear out on the patio. We may want to take the canoe down to the lake and submerge it before we load it up,” Zack told her.

“Why, Baby?”

“Just to wash all the crap out of it. And to make sure there’s no leaks in it. After we empty it out again, we can lift it out of the water to dry,” he answered.

“Sounds good. What else do we need to do?” Heather asked.

“Plan a menu. Pack the coolers. Get the fishing gear. Put everything we don’t want getting wet into plastic bags. Eat breakfast. Load up and go.”

“Okay let’s do it,” she enthused.

The pair teased each other as they completed each task. First Heather slapped Zack’s ass as he looked in the fridge for an onion. Zack responded by putting an ice cube down the front of her shirt. When they retrieved the fishing poles from the shed, Heather tossed a dried up worm at him, to which Zack responded by snagging her with an old lasso. This went on for an hour or so before they were reminded of their plans.

“You know, you two DO have a date to go on. If you don’t quit the grab-assing, you’ll never get out to the island,” Victoria said as she shoved a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“Yeah. If you don’t hurry up, you won’t be able to get busy tonight!” Ashley exclaimed as she made an ass slapping motion.

“Come on, Zack. The natives are getting restless. I suspect that if we don’t leave soon, they will run us off by ****,” Heather guided him to the canoe by the beach. It took little effort for them to get the aluminum boat to the water. While it dried, they finished their preparations and had breakfast.

After they ate, it took Zack and Heather about an hour to load up the canoe. When they were set, Brandon and Gavin helped them get it into the water and stabilized it while they climbed in. As to be expected, Victoria was there with her camera and took several pictures of the pair.

“Okay, you two, I want to get on last shot of you guys in the water. Paddle over to the end of the dock,” she commanded.

“Okay guys, SMILE!” she said when they got there. After the shutter snapped, Victoria rattled off three or four more shots as they paddled away.

“HAVE FUN!” the group shouted as Zack and Heather put distance between them and the dock.