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    Happy Campers – (Chapter: Chapter 22 – Rule 2 (part2): Cork Popping)

    “Spencer before we go further with this relationship, I think you should know that I very rarely follow rules except my own. And if it makes you feel any better Barb went and got it for me.” She seems reluctant, but I know she’s letting the party girl inside her out.

    She nodded slowly as she watched me struggle, with that bloody metal wire that hugs the cork. When I got the wire off, which is meant to be the easy part, I went for the hard part…popping the cork. You know those shows where everyone sends there home videos in so people can laugh at their expense, well in those when ever you see someone popping the cork something bad always happens.

    Now I’ve popped lots of corks ha-ha *clears throat* and nothing has gone wrong to this day, but of course my lucky cork popping record was soon to be shot. I twisted the cork a little and the next thing I know it’s shooting out of my hand and heading in Spencer’s direction.

    It was like one of those slow motion parts on an action film, I could see her expression change from humour to horror to shock. The cork caught Spencer completely off guard and hit her between the eyes. The shock of it all made Spencer shift to the left, and yes she did indeed fall out the boat.

    I was pretty thankful that I managed to keep the boat upright and manage to keep myself in the boat. Spencer on the other hand was pissed, to the max.

    “ASHLEY!” She screamed, her teeth chattering from the cold water. I was having one hell of a time holding back my laughter. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but this is definitely going to be one those memories that she will look back on and laugh. “Help me back in you ass!” she shouted.

    And just so you all know it’s not the easiest thing to do, pulling a soaking wet fully grown woman into a tiny little row boat without tipping the bloody thing. After 3 attempts we finally got Spencer back on board, but she wasn’t too keen on finishing the date. And I can’t really blame her.

    Note to self: Dates on a tiny row boat are a bad idea, no matter how romantic they seem at the time.

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    1. okay now that im first i can leave my comment lol and man i have to say i was laughing my ass off like i was on the floor fo rizzal on the floor no joke lol :) man i cant beleive its been so long lol :) ive realy missed this story :) so dont take too long to post another chapter :) i might die of anticipation and that would mean your gonna need asomeone to replace a dead fan lol :) anyways great greatr great :) pms please :)

    2. i started reading this story on a another site. but I’m glad you post here as well. I really like this story and cant wait to read what’s going to happen next. please up date soon.

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