"They Wouldn't Scam Us Twice !"

"These boots are giving me a blister."

"Good."

"What do you mean, good ?"

"Well, this is all your fault for trying to get one over on Diane and for going with the bikers."

"Oh, so it's that again is it ? I don't remember you complaining that much at the time."

"I did, I told you it'd all go wrong,"

"Didn't"

"Did"

"Whore"

"Strumpet"

Carol and Debbi were continuing to bicker as they slowly made their weary way back down the lane. A couple of isolated cars passed, horns blaring.

"You didn't even put your thumb out !"

"What's the point. Nobody's going to stop. We look too weird, nobody's going to take a chance."

"Cow"

"Ratbag"

"Skank"

"Manky old slapper"

The pair broke out into giggles. "Look, I think this is the turning for the lake" Carol said. They rounded the bend. "Shit, no it isn't. Look that's it over there. It's miles away still !" As their spirits fell, they heard a familiar sounding roar of engines coming up behind them. The biker pack pulled over. "You haven't got very far" the leader laughed. "We got side tracked" said Carol. "Nice boots" observed another of the gang. "Bugger off" said Debbi. "Aw, come on. Hop on the back. We'll really take you back to the camp this time."

"No way" answered Debbi. "No, really. We were just having a bit of fun before. You must be getting tired. And you never know who you might encounter running around out here in the nude like that !" the leader responded. Carol was persuaded and was already climbing on behind the same rider she had been with before. "Come on Deb. They wouldn't scam us twice" she called. Debbi hung back. "I'd rather walk" she asserted. "Fair enough" replied the leader and the engines began to rev ! "No, wait" yelled Debbi and she ran to jump on his bike. The leader laughed.

It didn't take too long for the cavalcade to reach the painted sign indicating the turn to the camp site. And for them to sweep straight past ! "No, stop, wait. Where are you going ?" Debbi yelled into the wind. She looked up to see in the distance the church spire of the small market town she remembered passing through in the van a couple of days ago !