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    28 Days – (Chapter: Out of the frying pan into disaster)

    Story written on September 19, 2006 by clomle44.
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    Read it. Rub it. Tease the Genie. Comment.

    They got to camp Hindmarsh just as lunch was about to be served. They were some of the only people there, and therefore got pick of the cabins. Ashley declared her intention to stand guard at the door making sure that Madison ended up somewhere else, but Spencer laughingly pulled her away. She seemed hell bent on exploring the place, and as much as it made Ashley pout and grumble, she wasn’t going to miss out on spending the rest of day in the company of Spencer and Spencer alone.

     

    Spencer, at least on the surface, seemed back to her old self. Ashley still thought she could sense something not quite right underneath though.

     

    ‘Are you surprised. She probably didn’t expect last night. Then again, neither did you.’ The voice in Ashley’s head was being reasonable today. It worried her. Something was probably up with that.

     

    She and Spencer spent a part of the afternoon poking around the camp. They ran in to a few of the less abhorrent people in the year, and hung for awhile. Each time, Ashley managed to pull Spencer away again. Subtly, of course. When more and more people started to arrive, she somehow managed to steer the blonde off in the other direction, still trying to keep her alone. They ended up down by the lake, skimming stones, a feat at which Spencer had considerably more success than Ashley.

     

    “I just don’t get it…” the brunette moaned, frustratedly. “Mine just go plonk, and yours do, like, five jumps”

     

    The blonde laughed, her eyes lighting up creating a warm and fuzzy feeling deep inside the pit of Ashley’s stomach. “Here, watch”. She demonstrated once again, her wrist flicking out and bouncing the stone across the still surface of the lake. She watched Ashley try, and giggled when her stone made a resounding thud and sunk straight down. Ashley grumbled again.

     

    “It’s magic… you have some deeply hidden superpower you’re only sharing with me, safe in the knowledge I won’t admit to anyone I was on school camp and therefore your secret is safe with me.”

     

    “It’s not that hard” grinned Spencer, here. She moved up behind Ashley, stooping to pick up a nice flat pebble as she went. Standing behind Ashley, she put the pebble in her hand, the palm of the blonde sliding up the inside of Ashley’s forearm just slightly. The brunette froze to the spot, not sure she could breathe let alone move to throw the stone. “Ok” she heard the girl whisper, breath on her shoulder hot and warm. “Bend your wrist back like this”, she bent Ashley’s wrist, gently bringing the arm back and almost closing the distance between them. Near contact. Ashley tried to count to ten, anything, her body tightening.

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    2. Ok, now it’s time to be truly honest. I’m addicted to your stories….so if you don’t post soon I’m going to freak out. I need my fix!!!! PLEEEEAASSE post more soon.

    4. Ok, now it’s time to be truly honest. I’m addicted to your stories….so if you don’t post soon I’m going to freak out. I need my fix!!!! PLEEEEAASSE post more soon.

    14. I think you’ll find my country’s national costume would be that of the England Football shirt – the socks/sandals combo being a close second. Fuck knows why – I wouldn’t want to have the badge of a thoroughly mediocre team emblazened on any of my clothes. I’ve got the Italia strip though ;-)

    16. I think you’ll find my country’s national costume would be that of the England Football shirt – the socks/sandals combo being a close second. Fuck knows why – I wouldn’t want to have the badge of a thoroughly mediocre team emblazened on any of my clothes. I’ve got the Italia strip though ;-)

    19. At least God isn’t Welsh… well, actually I might be a little bit Welsh – I blame my father, God Senior, for his appalling blood relation to his grandfather. And Goober, I keep telling Jesus to stop wearing speedos and get some proper beach wear, but my son never listens to me, and thus is an embarrassment to our whole family. The shame!

    20. At least God isn’t Welsh… well, actually I might be a little bit Welsh – I blame my father, God Senior, for his appalling blood relation to his grandfather. And Goober, I keep telling Jesus to stop wearing speedos and get some proper beach wear, but my son never listens to me, and thus is an embarrassment to our whole family. The shame!

    21. You posted more because I am God. No, seriously, I am. Whenever you pray, it’s me that ignores what you say! Just remember, next time you pray to be as good as me, I can hear it, and I laugh out loud ;-) Awesome update, though feels annoyingly like you aren’t intending to post another immediately. Prove my theory wrong and post NOW… in fact, I can’t be wrong – God’s are infallable. Just post more anyway! :-D

    22. You posted more because I am God. No, seriously, I am. Whenever you pray, it’s me that ignores what you say! Just remember, next time you pray to be as good as me, I can hear it, and I laugh out loud ;-) Awesome update, though feels annoyingly like you aren’t intending to post another immediately. Prove my theory wrong and post NOW… in fact, I can’t be wrong – God’s are infallable. Just post more anyway! :-D

    25. From near the beaches in Australia, I bid you a fantastic night, and much loyal warmth to the goober, who, with the bicycle riding Jesus, makes me smile on a daily basis. And also goodnight to God/bannerman, as he does too. I promise to post more in the morning, cos the chapter i just finished has a doozy of an ending.

    26. From near the beaches in Australia, I bid you a fantastic night, and much loyal warmth to the goober, who, with the bicycle riding Jesus, makes me smile on a daily basis. And also goodnight to God/bannerman, as he does too. I promise to post more in the morning, cos the chapter i just finished has a doozy of an ending.

    27. I’ve decided you’re both mentalists. Even more so than I. Here endeth the lesson! I look forward to your next post, Clomle. And goober, have fun at work with no posts to read, for I too must leave this place – I have an important meeting to attend with the other deities, to discuss the state of the world over a beer and a burger ;-) God is very popular and highly important, specially down my local! Peace out!

    28. I’ve decided you’re both mentalists. Even more so than I. Here endeth the lesson! I look forward to your next post, Clomle. And goober, have fun at work with no posts to read, for I too must leave this place – I have an important meeting to attend with the other deities, to discuss the state of the world over a beer and a burger ;-) God is very popular and highly important, specially down my local! Peace out!

    29. And now that I’ve sufficiently condemned bannerman to an afterlife of fire and brimstone (which might be revoked depending on how good the next update is :::cough::hint:hint::cough::: I would like to say that your double posting has made Jesus one happy camper! (Get it? Camper? Harharhar! Oh, how I crack me up!) Anyways. You’ve got a friend in Jesus.

    30. And now that I’ve sufficiently condemned bannerman to an afterlife of fire and brimstone (which might be revoked depending on how good the next update is :::cough::hint:hint::cough::: I would like to say that your double posting has made Jesus one happy camper! (Get it? Camper? Harharhar! Oh, how I crack me up!) Anyways. You’ve got a friend in Jesus.

    31. Hey! Watch thy language bannerman…I mean Dad, for the wrath of Jesus is upon you! Why? Because Jesus is WELSH! (At least through ancestory. He’s really a yank from Philadelphia.) So where does that leave YOU, huh?! And I WILL wear my speedo and I WILL ride my Schwiin and you’ll just have to like it! That’s it. I don’t like the fuzzy headed guards anymore. The beaches in Australia are SOOOO much better.

    32. Hey! Watch thy language bannerman…I mean Dad, for the wrath of Jesus is upon you! Why? Because Jesus is WELSH! (At least through ancestory. He’s really a yank from Philadelphia.) So where does that leave YOU, huh?! And I WILL wear my speedo and I WILL ride my Schwiin and you’ll just have to like it! That’s it. I don’t like the fuzzy headed guards anymore. The beaches in Australia are SOOOO much better.

    33. Mentalist, eh? I’m assuming you mean mentally disturbed and not psychic, as I understand the term to be. And beer and burger? How trite! I thought you Brits ate all sorts of mysterious meaty concoctions like bubble n’ squeak and toad in the hole and jellied eels. With food as colorful as that you opt for a burger?! :::huff:huff::: Well, I’M off for an ice cold birch beer and a cheesesteak wit’out onions and a tastycake crumpet!! …Actually your beer and burger sounds a lot better. :(

    34. Mentalist, eh? I’m assuming you mean mentally disturbed and not psychic, as I understand the term to be. And beer and burger? How trite! I thought you Brits ate all sorts of mysterious meaty concoctions like bubble n’ squeak and toad in the hole and jellied eels. With food as colorful as that you opt for a burger?! :::huff:huff::: Well, I’M off for an ice cold birch beer and a cheesesteak wit’out onions and a tastycake crumpet!! …Actually your beer and burger sounds a lot better. :(

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