The hand on the back of my neck had an iron grip, and judging by the tone of the man it belonged to, he was pissed as he practically carried me across the bath house at Brown Tract Pond to the row of toilet stalls.
After being dragged to the last stall, which was a handicapped stall with plenty of room, I got spun around and practically thrown against the side wall while the man with the iron grip locked the door behind us.
I was going to die, or at best get the shi
I don't particularly like camping. I did it in the Scouts, with my family, in the military and it never did a whole lot for me. So how did I end up in the middle of nowhere in a tent again? My name is Luke Cooke and I'm a twenty-seven year old corporate finance analyst. I spent two years in the Army after high school, then six years at the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania getting an MBA in Finance. I was in the top ten graduates but my biggest problem is I still look like I'm eig
We had finally arrived at our camp, it was probably about 9 o'clock, but we weren't really too tired so we decided to make up the sleeping bags and maybe read for awhile before going to sleep. Rob had set the tent up and put out the sleeping bags fully open, one on top of the other to form a large bed rather than two individual sleeping bags. I thought it was a bit odd, but didn't really think much more about it as I undressed and got into bed.
I pulled out a Penthouse from my du
It started out like every other year. I go camping for a week every October by myself to kind of decompress from work and my marriage. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife very much, we have been together for a long time but sometimes it is just good to get away. I tell her it is to go fly fishing but all I really do is sit around the campfire, have a few drinks and soak up not having to do anything I don't want to do. Eat when I am hungry, sleep when I am tired, and just relax. I was 40 the year
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