“Refreshed the next morning, my only regret was not taking advantage of Marie’s randy mood fueled by her inebriated state. Trouble was, I was just as drunk. After stumbling in the darkness of our tent, and nearly knocking over a gas lantern, the next thing I knew the morning light peered in through the tent’s entrance. Smooth move, Romeo, I thought. “Well, sleepyhead, do you think you’ll be getting up any time soon?” Marie appeared before me, fully dressed and wearing her patented smirk.... Through my glazed eyes, her khaki blouse and the outline of her ponytail appeared ignited by the sun’s rays. “Huh? What time is it?” “Well...breakfast is ready, and has been for about three minutes, by my guess,” she said, giggling. A definite sweet moment for her. “My paperweight, as you call it, says the time is seven-o-nine.” “Why in the hell didn’t you wake me up an hour ago?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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