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those blue tin ones
with white flecks.
“Thanks.” I didn’t really want to think too hard about the truce we
seemed to have. It was better to just go with it. The bed I’d packed for
Reese and her girlfriend probably helped. I was pretty sure it was the
first time I’d been overtly nice to Reese in fourteen years. At least she
was receiving it well.
Silently, we went about making breakfast. Reese mixed pancake
batter. I started cooking turkey bacon and making more coffee. The
turkey bacon was a concession to Ryan and me. Everyone else ate real
bacon. But they’d given up on trying to convert us. Mostly ’cause one
year Ryan and I packed turkey and chicken substitutes instead of the
real shit. We made it through hot dogs and sausage before they noticed.
They caught on at the bacon. That was when they gave up. So our
camping meals were beef and pork free.
The smell of bacon lured Derek and Ryan out of their tent. They
were easy to please.
“Can I have a piece?” Ryan tried to take the tongs out of my hand.
“It’s not cooked yet, but sure.” I pulled out a half-cooked slice of
bacon.
“Gross.” He scowled and walked away.
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“Why don’t you guys wake everyone up?” Reese asked. “Breakfast
will be ready soon.”
“They can starve.” Ryan collapsed in front of the fire. It wasn’t
warm enough for him though so he went back into his tent and remerged
with a blanket in his hands and a joint in his mouth. Then he checked
back on the bacon to see if it was done.
“Not yet,” I said. He leaned down and lit his joint off the camp
stove. “Go away. That’s dangerous.” His sleepy eyes held no remorse. I
took the joint from him and inhaled deeply. When I blew out the smoke,
I directed it toward the cherry to make it burn hotter. The end flared.
“Give it back,” Ryan whined. So I did.
“You ready for pancakes?” Reese set a bowl of batter next to the
stove.
I checked the coffee brewing on my second burner. It looked done.
“Sure. You want to take the coffee for me?” She did and I set a big pan
next to the bacon.
“Brother, darling, dearest,” Reese addressed Ryan.
“Huh?” His eyes were all red, the pupils dilated so they filled his
irises.
“Don’t smoke pot this early. You will get even dumber.” He was
unconcerned. “And go wake Austin and Carson.”
“Fine.”
“And don’t bring the joint with you. You’ll burn down the tents.”
Ryan handed the joint to her and strolled to the closest tent. Reese
handed it to me and went back to her tent to get Kerry.
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Dirty Sex
ChApter Six
Took you guys long enough,” I called back to shore where
Reese and Kerry were wading into the water. Ryan pulled up
on his Jet Ski next to me.
“Yeah. Where you been?” he called to them.
They both blushed then Reese yelled back, “Changing into our
suits.” At least someone was getting laid.
“Put on your life jackets and come on.” Ryan waved them closer
to us.
They clipped the jackets shut and swam out closer.
“Jesus, it’s cold.” Reese reached us first.
“Who is going with who?” I asked.
“Are you going to let us drive?” Kerry wanted to know.
Ryan and I looked at each other. “Hell no.”
“Then I guess I’m with you.” Reese tried to pull herself up. I
grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the water.
“Why me?”
“’Cause I’m not riding with my brother. Is that cool, Kerry?” she
asked.
“Sure.” Kerry clasped the hand Ryan held out to her and let him
help her up.
Once they were both secure, I looked over to Ryan. “Race you out
to the guys?” I barely waited for a response before I gunned it. Reese
screamed and held tight to me. Ryan was right next to us so I turned just
enough to spray him and Kerry with water. At the movement, Reese
threaded her fingers into the side of my life jacket. They were warm
and soft against my skin.
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Reese
with white flecks.
“Thanks.” I didn’t really want to think too hard about the truce we
seemed to have. It was better to just go with it. The bed I’d packed for
Reese and her girlfriend probably helped. I was pretty sure it was the
first time I’d been overtly nice to Reese in fourteen years. At least she
was receiving it well.
Silently, we went about making breakfast. Reese mixed pancake
batter. I started cooking turkey bacon and making more coffee. The
turkey bacon was a concession to Ryan and me. Everyone else ate real
bacon. But they’d given up on trying to convert us. Mostly ’cause one
year Ryan and I packed turkey and chicken substitutes instead of the
real shit. We made it through hot dogs and sausage before they noticed.
They caught on at the bacon. That was when they gave up. So our
camping meals were beef and pork free.
The smell of bacon lured Derek and Ryan out of their tent. They
were easy to please.
“Can I have a piece?” Ryan tried to take the tongs out of my hand.
“It’s not cooked yet, but sure.” I pulled out a half-cooked slice of
bacon.
“Gross.” He scowled and walked away.
• 59 •
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“Why don’t you guys wake everyone up?” Reese asked. “Breakfast
will be ready soon.”
“They can starve.” Ryan collapsed in front of the fire. It wasn’t
warm enough for him though so he went back into his tent and remerged
with a blanket in his hands and a joint in his mouth. Then he checked
back on the bacon to see if it was done.
“Not yet,” I said. He leaned down and lit his joint off the camp
stove. “Go away. That’s dangerous.” His sleepy eyes held no remorse. I
took the joint from him and inhaled deeply. When I blew out the smoke,
I directed it toward the cherry to make it burn hotter. The end flared.
“Give it back,” Ryan whined. So I did.
“You ready for pancakes?” Reese set a bowl of batter next to the
stove.
I checked the coffee brewing on my second burner. It looked done.
“Sure. You want to take the coffee for me?” She did and I set a big pan
next to the bacon.
“Brother, darling, dearest,” Reese addressed Ryan.
“Huh?” His eyes were all red, the pupils dilated so they filled his
irises.
“Don’t smoke pot this early. You will get even dumber.” He was
unconcerned. “And go wake Austin and Carson.”
“Fine.”
“And don’t bring the joint with you. You’ll burn down the tents.”
Ryan handed the joint to her and strolled to the closest tent. Reese
handed it to me and went back to her tent to get Kerry.
• 60 •
Dirty Sex
ChApter Six
Took you guys long enough,” I called back to shore where
Reese and Kerry were wading into the water. Ryan pulled up
on his Jet Ski next to me.
“Yeah. Where you been?” he called to them.
They both blushed then Reese yelled back, “Changing into our
suits.” At least someone was getting laid.
“Put on your life jackets and come on.” Ryan waved them closer
to us.
They clipped the jackets shut and swam out closer.
“Jesus, it’s cold.” Reese reached us first.
“Who is going with who?” I asked.
“Are you going to let us drive?” Kerry wanted to know.
Ryan and I looked at each other. “Hell no.”
“Then I guess I’m with you.” Reese tried to pull herself up. I
grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the water.
“Why me?”
“’Cause I’m not riding with my brother. Is that cool, Kerry?” she
asked.
“Sure.” Kerry clasped the hand Ryan held out to her and let him
help her up.
Once they were both secure, I looked over to Ryan. “Race you out
to the guys?” I barely waited for a response before I gunned it. Reese
screamed and held tight to me. Ryan was right next to us so I turned just
enough to spray him and Kerry with water. At the movement, Reese
threaded her fingers into the side of my life jacket. They were warm
and soft against my skin.
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Reese
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