Patrick tells you what to pack

Your apartment, Thursday night

It’s almost 11:00, and Patrick still hasn’t told you what you need to bring. Not the most organized guy, you muse as you gather together the supplies you assume you’ll need.

Finally, he responds to the three texts you’d sent him.

Patrick: hey osrry about going awol. will send u packing list soon

You sign onto Discord to spend some time while you wait. Your room mate is out (“Thursday is the new Friday”), so you can let your hair down and hop onto a vc or two in the kinky channels no one knows you frequent. As anonymous men tease you with promises to tie you up, slap your ass, and fill you with cum, you can’t help but imagine each of them with Patrick’s face. There’s one particular man you’ve met recently who’s truly captured your imagination. Such a way with words and even though you haven’t seen his face, he seems to _get _you so deeply that your heart skips when he dms you.

You flirt with the men online (and a few women as well), playing casually with yourself and checking your text messages every few minutes. Eventually, you fall asleep with your phone in your hand.

At 2:00 am, your phone rings. Groggily, you pick it up. “Hello?” you slur. It’s Patrick.

“Hey, Vic, sorry about not getting back to you. You ready to pack?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble and drowsily follow Patrick’s instructions. You never attended Christian Calvary, of course, so you don’t have nearly the kind of training that the counselor and the other alumni have. Turns out you’d gathered all the wrong things.

He wants you to bring shorts _and _pants. The only sleeping bag you have is a Disney princess one from when you were 15, but it’ll do. Toothbrush, deodorant, the basics – but some unusual things as well. You have to track down a deck of playing cards, a notebook, wooden pencils, and a flashlight. When you realize your flashlight doesn’t have batteries, Patrick insists that you drive to the pharmacy to buy some. You won’t have time in the morning; the bus leaves at 5:00.

It’s 3:30 before you finally crash back into bed, bag completely packed. You want to be fresh for the trip, so you set your alarm for 4:00 and it feels like you didn’t sleep at all as you **** yourself to shower and freshen up. Patrick instructed you to bring a Sunday dress—you choose a sleeveless sundress with a built-in bra and, of course, a lacy thong to avoid panty lines—and he told you to wear it today since there’s a sunrise service at the school. You grab your bag, checking your makeup one more time, and hit the road.