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    Happy Campers – (Chapter: 7 – Clear Water Fun)

    Happy Campers

    Chapter 7 – Clear Water Fun

     

    Spencer took us back to the cabin, so we could change into more comfortable and suitable clothes. I was standing in mine and Spencer’s room, with my clothing choices laid out on the bed. I was stuck between my barely there black bikini and my red one. It was tough decision, but I figured the red was more likely going to get Spencer’s attention.

    I was so wrapped up in my own world that I missed Spencer coming in and changing right in front of me. How I missed that rare show I’ll never know, but I did, so now you know why I’m pouting. Spencer gives me a pat on the back and walks out with a smile on her face.

    I may have missed her changing, but today’s activity gives me the perfect and seemingly innocent way for me to show of my assets.

    The lady at the store, where I bought my flashy bikini’s said I looked like a swimsuit model that was before she joined me in the changing room ha-ha. Oh and just in case you want to try that I suggest to don’t pick one with a curtain. One they do not conceal moans of pleasure. And two they have no lock so they are easy accessed by other store staff. That was an interesting day I’ll tell you that.

    After my trip down memory lane I joined the other outside. I was actually the last one out, which was surprising. The other girls obviously couldn’t wait to strip down. And funnily enough we were all dressed pretty similar. Loose Short-shorts and tank tops; the swim wear was underneath of course.

    Spencer handed each of us a navy blue towel. They had the letters C.G.R stitched on each corner; I’m guessing it’s the camps initials. I wonder if Spencer gets paid much for working here. Ugh what am I babbling about, it’s not like I care. Ok back to the more interesting things.

    The walk to the lake didn’t take long; 5 minutes if that. It was only after Spencer had assured us that it wasn’t a long walk that we all stopped our moaning. We were justified in our actions, I mean have you ever had to walk miles in your flip flops …no? Well I have. It was just one of many of the bitchy things Carolina did to me. The evil cow made me walk home from school because she had taken my car as a punishment for when I ‘accidentally’ knocked her into the pool. It made my day ha-ha.

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