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    28 Days – (Chapter: Out of the tent and in to the frying pan)

    Story written on September 19, 2006 by clomle44.
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    You win some, you lose some

     

    “Ow” Ashley’s reply came back, she winced and picked up her foot. Tentatively trying to walk more pain ensued.

     

    “What is it?”

     

    “Stone in my shoe I think, help me get my pack off”. Spencer helped Ashley’s pack down, and watched as she sat on a fallen log just off the path. She had found the offending stone, and its two friends, and extracted them from her shoe. She was in the middle of checking her sock was ok when she heard voices coming around the bend. Spencer looked back around the corner, and looked back, uninterested. Must be more students off hiking up to the camp. It wasn’t until they got very close that she realized it was Madison and whoever she had forced into being her buddy. Ashley ducked her head, suddenly very interest in the inner lining of her shoe and removing anything that may be considered rocklike, including grains of sand so small you’d need a microscope to see them. She looked up to check if they’d passed on just in time to see Madison side step across the path and accidentally on purpose stumble into Spencer as she stood watching Ashley.

     

    The result was difficult to describe. Spencer, balance thrown by the shove from behind, stumbled forward trying to keep her footing. She failed miserably and by that time, had staggered into Ashley on the log and tumbling them both off it, backwards. As they lay sprawled that way, they could hear Madison’s laughter peal through the trees, and then disappear as her group moved on. Just before they were beyond the edge of vision she heard Madison yell backwards:

     

    “We got photos of that one puta”

     

    Ashley was mad, boiling mad. And she also had Spencer Carlin, full length on top of her, awake and alert. Spencer had literally fallen into Ash’s arms trying not to tumble, ended up staggering towards Ashley who opened her arms out to catch, or stop, and then, as they were both going over anyway, tightening protectively. And here they were, sprawled all over each other, wrapped in a warm, fall induced embrace. Ok, so Ashley did NOT want to move. Spencer’s gaze was locked with hers again and her mouth, so temptingly close. Spencer shifted in an attempt to find all four of her limbs so that she could force them to do what she wanted. Slowly and carefully the two girls moved apart. They stood, a little uncomforble at the proximity to which they’d been thrown.

     

    ‘Ain’t nothin’ LIKE the proximity she was angling for last night’ The voice in Ashley’s head pointed out with unerring ability to produce the least helpful advice possible.

     

    Ash pushed her shoes back on as Spencer brushed herself off and went to set right the backpacks. As she got up and turned around, Ashley heard a gasp from the blonde, who reached out and drew a finger along Ashley’s lower back, near her tattoo. Electrical storms unreported by the weather station descended into the area, localized to the parts of Ashley that Spencer was touching.

     

    “You’ve grazed yourself. For the second time this hike.” The blonde said, face full of concentration and concern.

     

    “I’ll live” said Ashley. “Cmon, lets go in case she comes back. Besides, if she gets to camp first and we get there second, we get to pick the cabin she’s NOT in.”

     

    And with that, they set off.

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    3. I loves it! You HAVE to post more soon, and that’s an order Clomle! This story is a great cure for a hangover, and for boredom, therefore do me a favour and write more IMMEDIATELY! you know you want to ;-)

    4. I loves it! You HAVE to post more soon, and that’s an order Clomle! This story is a great cure for a hangover, and for boredom, therefore do me a favour and write more IMMEDIATELY! you know you want to ;-)

    7. You teasing meany! It’s fun being a tease, isn’t it!? although Jesus may look down on us with disappointment at being so cruel. But nevermind, I’m sure we can handle that, and I’m sure I’ll be forgiven seeing as I come from the country with the fuzzy headed guards! you and your perfect beaches can go to hell :-P is it cheeky for me to ask for another post asap?

    8. You teasing meany! It’s fun being a tease, isn’t it!? although Jesus may look down on us with disappointment at being so cruel. But nevermind, I’m sure we can handle that, and I’m sure I’ll be forgiven seeing as I come from the country with the fuzzy headed guards! you and your perfect beaches can go to hell :-P is it cheeky for me to ask for another post asap?

    9. Yes, yes, yes. Jesus admits it. He does love the fuzzy headed guards. They make him giggle. But he does enjoy rockin’ the speedo on those perfect beaches, so it’s a draw. You’re both safe for the wrath of God as long as you post ASAP. ::ding ding::

    10. Yes, yes, yes. Jesus admits it. He does love the fuzzy headed guards. They make him giggle. But he does enjoy rockin’ the speedo on those perfect beaches, so it’s a draw. You’re both safe for the wrath of God as long as you post ASAP. ::ding ding::

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