The ranger

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The sun peaked over a cloud as she finished putting up her tent. She was just starting a light sweat, but the cool mountain air felt refreshing. The smell of spruce filled her lungs and the prospect of a night alone in the woods terrified her a little bit. “It’s an experiment,” she told him, “I want to give it a try to see if a longer hike is something I want actually to do.”He was okay with it and had spent quite a bit of time encouraging it. “Life is short,” he said. She finally listened.  They had been camping in the mountains together several times, but she chose a place she’d not been to before for her first trip into the wilderness alone.As she finished up her setup, she pulled her sweater off and hung it on a tent rope. She knew better than to get wet when it was going to be chilly later in the evening. Best to cool off now. She turned around at the sound of footsteps behind her. “Howdy, Miss,” a tall Demetevler Escort park ranger smiled as he tipped his hat to her, “Can I see your reservation?””My reservation,” her eyebrows raised. “For a…campsite?””Yes, all of the sites here are reserved. There is an online system, but I don’t see your name on the list anywhere. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You should ha—””Nooo!” she pouted, “None of the other campsites are even occupied. Is there a way for me to just sign up right now?””Unfortunately, no, the rules are strict on having reservations.””So, you’re going to kick me out of an empty campground on a technicality? Isn’t there anything you can do for me?””I’m sorry, Ma’am, but my hands are tied,” it was hard not to notice that he kept looking at her tank top.After he left, she looked down at her skimpy shirt Otele Gelen Escort and noticed her prominent pokies making themselves comfortable in the mountain air. She inspected herself as best she could without a mirror. The thin fabric was meant to be an undershirt and offered little support. Her bra was also intentionally thin. She chose comfort on this trip over coverage. It offered even less to the imagination. She began to pick up some of her things near the fire pit when she noticed him sitting in his truck. She was sure she saw a telephoto lens. Was that a camera? How… interesting. That asshole! She stormed over to his truck. He was fumbling inside, eyes wide as she approached. The engine started, and she threw her hands up, gesturing for him to stop. Her mind raced, struggling with what she would say to him. Maybe she was angry, Balgat Escort but there was also something else. Knowing he was busted, he turned off the engine and visibly shrank in his seat. Her boots crunched on the gravel parking lot as she crossed in front of the truck to the driver’s side. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she said, brow furrowed, motioning for him to roll down his window.”I… I don’t,” he whispered. Trying not to look at her.”Were you watching me just now? Taking pictures?!” He hung his head.”So you come up to me, in this little position of authority,” making an air quote gesture with her hands, “and then sit in your truck and take creepy pictures? You know, it would have been easier just to let me bend the rules and stay here. I wouldn’t have even noticed you were sitting here if I wasn’t pissed off at your little show of power.””I don’t have an explanation.””Well, sure you do, you’re a perv, and you like taking creepy pictures. Do you have pictures of other campers on that camera?”He nodded sheepishly.Just when she was about to lay into him and call the cops, she was struck with an idea. A smirk started to form on the corner of her mouth, “what if we make a deal?””What kind of ‘deal’?” he replied, keeping his eyes forward. 

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