It Came From the Woods

Authors Note:

I hate to do this, but I really hate how you only get 60 characters to describe your story, so here's a better synopsis:

Pam Thomas is living a great life being a successful businesswoman in Creekville, ME. Owning two thriving businesses, enjoying the great outdoors, and loads of sex between men and women. However things take a turn when she is being stalked by a strange creature in the woods. Soon she will realize the creature wants to mate with her and she may not have a choice.

Now onto the story...

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Pamela Thomas lives in the small town of Creekville, Maine. A heavily wooded area where it seems like the only place it's not forest is main street. Pam owns two businesses - Murphy's Tavern and Plain Jane's Restaurant, where she works as a manager at both. She also owns a small minority share of the Mount Vishire Hotel and Resort where she bought the shares from her father, Jimmy Thomas. He had to retire due to health issues and moved to Florida where the warm weather is a bit more kind to his aging body than the cold, bitter winters in Maine.

Aside from being a successful local business woman, Pam is also quite the outdoors lady: hunting, fishing, she camps a lot in the middle of the wilderness, hikes, she's a member of the Creekville Gun Club where she is the Vice-President. She also teaches outdoor survival classes to high school students at Creekville Regional who's raging hormones cause her to get hit on. Because Pam is a very attractive dirty blonde with perky breasts, a nice ample bottom, and thighs so nice guys (and some gals) have to look twice, especially when she is wearing her Daisy Duke like jean shorts. This is the country after all, so a lot of the gals wear these around these parts and nobody is complaining. Despite not having a boyfriend or girlfriend, cause Pam has been known to swing both ways, it's not hard for her to find a partner for the night and tonight is no different.

In the middle of the woods, there's a clearing, a river cuts through it with a rocky ground as its beach. Fishing poles lean against a large boulder. The sun is going down behind the mountains, casting a pink hue across the clouds in the sky and a bright yellow one across the landscape. A Jeep Wrangler is parked on the rocky ground near two camping chairs with two steel plates with thin fish bones on them. A stainless steel coffee cup next to one, a water tumbler next to the other. A camping tent for two sits behind the campfire that has calmed down, but inside the tent, it's getting raging hot.

Pam is laying on a sleeping bag, her black and red plaid shirt open, revealing her perky breasts to the open air. She is also wearing her Army dog tags from when she served during college. She saw three tours between Afghanistan and Iraq. She never leaves home without it. She breathes heavily, as a person with a black baseball cap, a tank top, and army pants is between her bare legs, eating her out.

Pam moans loudly, "Ooooh! Yes!"

There's no need to keep quiet out here. There's only wildlife and all the other campers are at Cabessa Campground four miles away. Nobody comes out here, but Pam loves this spot - Coyote River - especially when she brings a friend to have fun with.

Her chest is moving in and out, she's getting close. She looks down at the one performing terrific cunnilingus on her, but the face is covered by their ball cap. Above Pam's mound is some tribal writing. She went to a tattoo artist on a local Native American reservation. The old Native gave her the tattoo when she was eighteen. He said it meant "sex goddess". To this day she thinks he made it up, but she loves the tattoo regardless. She has another tattoo of a big rose on her outer thigh and one arm is completely sleeved with different wildlife found in this part of Maine with the moon coming up from the trees and the other arm is almost sleeved as well, this one of the mountains and a sunrise coming up from behind it, but she still has more to go. She plans on getting more tattoos soon. Needless to say, as a lot of people who live in New England, Pam loves the outdoors.

Here we go again. "Oooh fuck! Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!" Her back arches and her toes curl. A bursting sensation comes from her vagina. Her back goes back down and she breathes heavily. She smiles as she just lets the feeling calm down as she keeps feeling her wet slit being licked.

"Oooh," she says. "I may have to give you a raise... Tanya."

A younger lady is the one pleasuring her. She puts her head up and twists the ball cap backwards as she looks up at Pam with an angry expression as Pam laughs at getting under her skin.

She mockingly apologizes, "Oh, sorry. You're Samantha."

Samantha Alvarez is darker skinned. She's part Malikeek (on her Mom's side), a local Native tribe of Maine, and part Mexican (her Dad's side). She's twenty-three, so fifteen years younger than Pam who's thirty-eight. She's also one of Pam's bartenders at Murphy's Tavern.

"Tanya can't even lick a fucking lollipop properly." She says through wet, sticky lips that are dribbling down her chin, as she wipes it off with her tongue.

Pam says with a smirk, "I know and she's had so much practice too with me."

Samantha takes off her cap, throws it to the side, moving her head side to side as it unravels from the ponytail. Her thick black hair covers her face for a moment, before she snaps her head back and it goes in the back of her head.

She asks with a smile, "Do you fuck all your employees?"

"Nope. For the Tavern it's just you and Tanya. Actually, Tanya came on to me first, so she's the one bribing me. You're making it sound like sexual harassment or bribing."

Samantha leans into her, "It can't be sexual harassment if we enjoy it, boss."

Sam rubs Pam's vagina, who smiles widely and puts her head back. "Oooh, Sammy. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

Sam fingers her and Pam confirms her own question, "I'll take that as a no. Hmmm!" Pam puts her head on the pillow and her right leg goes up and she bends the knee. She looks back at Sam, biting her lip.

Sam pulls her finger out and brings it up to show Pam. The sticky cum from Pam runs down Sam's fingers like honey, which Sam also comments about.

"Sticky just like honey."

She puts her finger in her mouth and slowly drags it out. She makes a sound that she loves it.

Her whole finger out she says, "Tastes as sweet as honey too."

Pam lightly grabs Sam's wrist and pulls it to her lips. Pam licks the other wet finger seductively. A string sticks to the end of the finger and Pam's tongue.

She grins, "You're right. I am as sweet on the inside as I am on the outside."

Sam leans closer to her and kisses her on the lips for a few moments. After, she stares at her while rubbing the side of her cheek.

"God, you're beautiful."

"You too, Lady Rambo." A little nickname Pam has given Sam over the years, as Sam is known around town as an adventurous bad ass.

"Even for a mature woman."

Pam can't believe she just said that. "What's that supposed to mean? Thirty-eight is not old."

Sam shrugs. "I mean, my Mom's only forty-two and I'm fucking a woman only four years younger than her."

Pam grins. "Have you told her you call me Mommy too?"

Sam rolls her eyes and snorts in disgust. Pam, however, laughs. She pushes her leg playfully, "Come on. I've heard you when I'm making you cum. 'Oh, Mommy! Yes! Yes!" She teases.

Sam says, "Pam, don't make this weird. I've never called you Mommy. Not once. Tanya would be into that weird shit. She likes... what's it called? Cryto-horror-bigfoot, I don't fucking know. She's into weird shit."

Pam tries to repeat that, "Crypto-whatthefuck?"

Sam does a stereotypical dumb blonde impression of Tanya, "Wouldn't it be awesome if, like, bigfoot just came out of the woods and fucked me? Oh, my God. It would be like fucking a wolf, except it's bigfoot and not a wolf, but they're both hairy and soft."

Pam giggles. "She didn't really say that... did she?" She raises an eyebrow.

Sam continues with the impression, "I think tentacles are so hot, you guys. They're like big worms and worms are cute! And they can fuck every hole!" She stops with the impression, "She's a weirdo."

Pam can't disagree, so she shrugs. "She does say weird shit. I think it's just to make the guys laugh or ... hell, I don't know."

Samantha takes off her shirt and she's wearing no bra. Her small brown breasts with darker brown nipples are glistening from sweat.

"Oh, that feels better."

Pam thinks about what she said about Tanya. "I've fucked guys who could be considered bigfoot."

"Were they really tall?"

"No. Hairy."

Sam's nostril flares. "Ew."

Pam sighs in relaxation and puts her arms behind her head and closes her eyes.

Sam slaps her across the shoulder. "Hey, bitch. You're going down on me. Fair is fair."

Pam grins and jokingly says, "I'm tired. We've been hiking all day, fishing, and collecting wood for a fire. I caught all the fish."

"Bullshit! I caught two of them. You caught one."

"I gutted them all."

Sam rolls her eyes. "Okay. Big deal. Your tongue is getting a workout before we go to bed."

Pam turns her body. "Nah."

Sam is working on taking her pants off when she grins herself. She knows what to do. She gets her pants off and then her panties. She has a full bush on her mound, but her pussy area is shaved. She then takes her hands and... tickles her on the side.

Pam hoots and hollers. "No! Not my sides!"

"Are you still sleepy?"

"Yes and now annoyed, because you know I fucking hate that!" She says, despite laughing.

"I'm just going to sit on your face then."

She climbs on top of Pam and does indeed sit on her face, but she makes sure not to smother her.

"And I'm going to sit right here until your face is nice and wet after you're done with me."

Pam reaches around Sam's thighs and holds on to the front of them. "Just for that, I'm going to make you scream, young lady."

Sam grins. "Good. Now get licking, boss."

Pam bites her lip, as she looks at Sam's pussy. She looks back up at her, "It does look pretty tasty."

"No complaints on Yelp so far."

"None from me either, honey."

She sticks her tongue inside Sam's pussy, who feels defiant and horny, but mostly defiant that she got her way.

While Sam and Pam have their fun inside the tent, on the outside, there's something lurking in the tall grass, watching them. It moves through the grass at a fast speed, before stopping near the river. The thing's eyesight is incredible, being able to see in the darkening horizon as if it's still daylight out. It blinks its eyes and it has this strange ability to sense vapors in the air. The vapor is coming from the river where it's at its weakest, near the campfire on one of the chairs where it's a little stronger, and inside the tent where it's more intense. It stalks closer to the tent and can hear Sam moaning.

"Mmmm. That's it, boss. Go nice and deep for me while I ride your tongue."

It moves closer to the tents screen, where it can see Sam thrusting on Pam's face. It blinks again, showing the vapor rising from them both. It's more intense for Pam than it is for Sam. Pam has her hand now, cupping one of Sam's breasts as Sam has her hand over Pam's.

"Yes! Dig that tongue deep in my cunt, you white bitch!"

Pam stops for a moment. Her lips red from the licking, saliva and Sam's juices running down the sides of her mouth. "Hey!" She is offended.

Sam shakes her head, frustrated, her eyes pointed up before looking back at Pam. "You know I say weird shit when I'm really turned on. Don't kill the mood!"

Pam points at herself. "I'm a nice white bitch."

"You're a slave driver sometimes."

"Slaves don't get paid."

"Ugh. We'll have pillow talk after you make me cum."

Pam goes back to licking inside Sam's vagina, picking up the pace, and flicking Sam's clit. Sam bends backward a little and takes one of her hands and puts it between Pam's legs and starts rubbing her still wet pussy. This causes a surge of arousal through Pam who picks up the pace with her licking.

Sam smiles, "I figured that would work."

On the outside, the creature is still watching from the screen, but the sun has finally set and it's dark out. The only light coming from the lantern within the tent with Sam's shadow seen perfectly through the screen. Sam is now aggressively fingering Pam's pussy. A ton of pussy juices come out, making a very wet clapping sound, as Pam moves her thighs in from how sensitive her vagina is getting. Between licks, Sam can hear Pam moaning loudly, though the sound is muffled from Sam sitting on her face.

Sam is getting there. Her level of estrus is at its peak, as she runs her tongue across the hand that is wet from Pam. She throws her head back and squeezes her breasts.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Yes! Fuck, I love your tongue, baby! Yeah." She thrusts her hips. "Come on. I'm almost there. Oooh, I'm gonna drench your pretty fucking face! Ahhh!"

She licks her lips, smiles, but not for long, because she is about to lose it. She lets out one last loud moan, belting her head back, and, as promised, gushes all over Pam's face and in her mouth. She moves her body forward and her breathing is sharp from that intense orgasm. She's exhausted, dazed, but the smile on her face is another satisfied customer of Pamela Thompson and her amazing tongue.

Sam moves back straight and lets out one last breathless "woo." She notices something and looks down. "Did you drown?"

No answer.

Sam says, "Oh, my God." Brief pause. "I finally found a way to shut her up."

Sam moves her right leg off of her and sits down. She grins, looking at the front of Pam's hair being soaked and her whole face. Pam has a smug look on her face.

Sam thinks she knows what Pam wants to hear. "Yes, boss. You're the only one who can make me squirt like that. Now get that smug look off of your face."

Pam then puckers her lips as a stream of, well, Sam's 'special brew' fountains out and splashes on her breasts and neck.

Pam says, "Look at me. I'm a water fountain."

Sam tries not to laugh, so she says, "You know, for a hot chick, you're pretty lame sometimes."

Pam smiles, "But you loooooove meeee."

Sam grins, her teeth showing a little. "I do."

She then gets beside her, sticks her tongue out, and licks her wetness off Pam's breasts, her neck, up to her chin, and makes out with her.

Time passes and it's now dark. They're lying together on top of a sleeping bag with no covers and still nude. Sam is in the back of Pam with her arm over her, cupping one of her breast's and giving it a squeeze.

Pam smiles, "You love playing with my boobs, don't you?"

Sam kisses Pam on the cheek. "I love playing with your whole body, especially..."

She reaches down and runs her hand between Pam's legs.

Pam breathes in sharply and places her hand over Sam's, who is moving her hand back and forth. "Mmmm. I'm thinking we're going to have to go again in the morning before we leave?"

"Fucking right we are, whore."

"I'm not a whore."

"Hmmm. I beg to differ, especially this month alone."

Pam thinks out loud, "This month alone? You... twice."

Sam corrects her, "I know you're getting older, boss, but memory loss shouldn't be setting in already. More than that. You brought me to your house earlier this month when we watched a movie and I didn't go home that night, put it that way. We had sex in your office a few days ago, during work hours by the way."

Pam says, "Employee benefit."

Sam continues, "And then there's this trip: in the river yesterday, by the campfire after we were done eating and then we came in here. Technically five times and that's just me."

"Okay, so my memory is kind of bad. Don't do drugs at your age, by the way."

"And," she says with a dumb voice, "TAWN-YA."

"Oh, she just went down on me while we were both in the cooler. After she made me cum-"

Sam interrupts, "Hold on. Sloppy Tongue made you cum? I know you're easy, boss, but come on."

"I'm not easy. Also, I may have faked it to spare her feelings. She was taking too long and I had a lot more to do in that cooler. She wanted to see if she could get this weekend off, by the way, but I told her we had our hearts set on this trip."

"She's trying to ruin this wonderful weekend I had with you? Ha-ha, guess again, dummy."

"Be nice. I know she's a bread basket without the bread inside, but she's still nice."

"Bruce, what? Five times?"

"Five times? How the hell do you know?"

"Because he comes into the bar the next day and brags to his buddies."

Pam scoffs. "Ugh. That asshole never changes. Gets in my pants, has to tell everyone about it the next day."

"You kind of do the same thing, to be fair."

"I know, but he's a guy. Us women can guilt guys about that shit now."

Sam asks, "I thought you two were split up?"

Pam rolls her eyes. "No. Trust me, the feelings from my end are long gone. He comes over with liquor. We get drunk. He brings me to bed and we fuck."

"Essentially fuck-buddies."

Pam nods. "Pretty much. When we were dating, he'd at least make me breakfast the next day. Now it's just cum in my mouth and he's out the door."

"Uck!" The lesbian almost vomits at the mention of male cum.

Pam laughs a little. "Don't knock until you try it, babe."

"I was straight once, you know, before I realized sex with women is a lot better."

"Ehhh, I enjoy both equally. Twice the flavor, twice the fun." She winks.

"Going back to what I was talking about before. Those are the only people I know about."

Pam thinks for a moment. "Nope. That's it. Just you three. I don't know what's going on with me. I've just been so horny lately."

"Maybe that maternal clock is ticking again? Maybe you want another kid?"

Pam scoffs. "Fuck no. I already raised a son and he's finally out of the house. I'm all set."

"Yeah and he's a horny fucker. He's even tried getting in my pants."

"When? He lives in Tennessee."

"Before he moved. He said he's so good, he can convert me back to being straight."

Pam laughs a little. "He gets his stupid ego from his father."

"Could've fooled me."

"Don't make me slap your pretty ass, young lady."

Sam moves her head closer. "I may enjoy it too much."

Pam smiles and her eyebrow flicks as she asks, "Wanna go again?"

Despite being exhausted from the orgasm she had not too long ago, Sam bites her lip and then nods. They're about to kiss, but a sound outside diverts their attention.

Pam asks, "Did you hear that?"

"Sounded like a bang outside."

"Grab your gun."

Pam moves over and opens a case, a shotgun is inside. Sam goes to where her clothes are and there's a holster with a pistol inside. She quickly throws on a shirt, despite only coming down to above her waist, while Pam opens the tent and leads with only her plaid shirt opened and her army tags as her only clothing. Pam turns on the flashlight that is attached to her shotgun and looks around the campsite. Sam has the pistol in one hand and a powerful flashlight in the other, already turned on before she stepped out. She holds her flashlight arm out and across, placing her gun hand over it. She shines it in the opposite direction of the campsite.

Pam spots some eyes looking at her from the tall grass. "Right there," she whispers.

Sam turns around and joins her at her side. "I can't make out what it is."

"Shoot near it, but not at it. I don't want to kill anything if we don't have to."

Sam shoots to its right just to scare it away, which it does take off running through the tall grass, back towards the forest tree line hundreds of yards away.

Sam drops her defenses first and then Pam, lowering their weapons. Pam shuts off the flashlight, but Sam keeps her flashlight on, still scouting the area.

She asks, "I couldn't really see it, but the outline looked pretty big. What do you think it was?"

Pam just shrugs. "Probably just a bear. What did it knock over?"

Sam looks around and spots a cooler by the screen that thing was looking through. It's knocked over, but when they get closer they spot claw marks scuffing the top of it.

Sam shines her light on the claw marks. "Holy shit. Maybe it was a mountain lion?"

"You're the Native American who's supposed to know this shit."

Sam sarcastically smiles, "Ah, yes. Because my people still live in huts and teepees and not shitty trailers from the 70s." She drops the sarcasm. "I take after my Latino side more, but you're a hunter. You should know."

Pam steps closer. She runs her finger across the scratch marks. "They don't go in that deep. Did it take anything?"

Sam opens it and they look inside. Sam confirms, "All food is in there. Except a few of my mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies I was saving ... that someone ate."

"I didn't touch them. By the way, let her know she needs to add cashews next time."

Sam looks at her deadpan. Pam shrugs, "I love chocolate and cashew cookies."

Sam closes the cooler, grabs a big rock, and puts it on the lid. "Not sure if that will stop a bear or not, but it's worth a shot. I'm going to put more logs on the fire. Hopefully it will keep the animals away."

Pam, "I'll help."

Sam and her walk over to the fire. Sam asks with a grin, "Bear got you all scared? Can't go back to bed, because he may bite your ass in the middle of the night?"

"Right and you're conveniently putting more wood on the fire and then you're going to wait until you calm down before going to bed. Right?"

She doesn't bother fighting it. "Yeah, pretty much. Got a problem with that?"

"Hell no. I'll be a wimp with you. I may have hunted a bear or two with my Dad, but they're still intimidating as fuck."

They would tend to the fire with more legs, sit on their camping chairs while Pam smoked a cigarette and Sam would smoke weed out of her bowl. Sam would give Pam shit about smoking those 'cancer sticks' and Pam would say, she'll be quitting eventually and has only just started smoking again. Either Sam or Pam would stock the fire, getting it nice and roaring again at one point. While waiting for the excitement to wear off, they would look up at the stars in the sky and talk about their ambitions. Sam wants to save enough money to move to El Paso where some of her cousins live. Pam wants to eventually go out on a cross country Harley run with her father, cause he's not getting any younger and his health has started declining. About another ten minutes later, they're both getting drowsy and there hasn't been a peep from the wildlife, except for the sound of crickets. Finally they decide to go to bed after being outside for around an hour.

A few hours later, the sun starts rising with a fog blanketing the landscape. The birds are chirping, crows cawing, and Pam's snoring. Sam is cuddled next to her, both out of love for her, but also warmth as the temperature went down as they slept, despite going to bed and it was humid. Because of the humidity, Sam took her shirt off, sleeping commando, and Pam took her pants off and opened her shirt again. Most weekends this has never been a problem, but this weekend, there's a peeping tom just outside their tent.

Footsteps make cracking noises on the rocky surface as someone walks up to the tent. Looking through the front screen.

A male's voice whispers, "Oh. Oh, shit."

He looks at the two nude ladies sleeping together. Sam's hand on Pam's thigh just inches from her shaved mound. The man can clearly see both their vaginas and Sam's ass, as she's on her side. He takes his cell phone out.

"Imma get a picture of this ... actually, maybe a few."

He snaps a few pictures and Sam's eyes open. She thinks it's an animal at first outside her tent and raises her 'gun.'

The man holds up his hands in a plea and shakes them. "Whoa! Sam! Chill out. It's just me, Scott."

"Oh, okay. I thought you were an animal at first, but now that I know it's you, Scott, I'm definitely shooting your ass."

Pam's eyes twitch and she wakes up groggy. Through tired lips she asks, "What's going on?"

Scott says with alarm, "Pam. Control her. She's pointing a gun at me."

"A gun? What are you-" She looks over and her shoulders slump. "It's her flashlight, Scott."

Sam is pretty groggy too. She could've sworn it was her gun. She looks at it and her eyes roll in the back of her head for a second, frustrating at the mistake. "Fuck."

Pam falls back down onto her pillow. She says sarcastically, "Ooh, my protector against the bears."

Sam says, "I'm groggy, so eat me."

Pam waves her off. "Let me get some more sleep. After breakfast, maybe."

"Not what I meant, but I'm gonna still hold you to it."

Another shadowy head shows up outside the tent screen. He says shocked, "Oooh!" The shadow moves to the side. "Sorry ladies. I swear I didn't know. It's Tony and Scott. We're just out here checking out on you."

Sam asks, "Why?"

Tony says, "Get decent and we'll fill you in on the story."

Tony pulls Scott from the screen, even though Sam has been covering her breasts and crossing her legs since she caught the pervert peeping in on them.

He complains, "Hey! You can barely see anything anyway."

Tony says frustratingly, "Stop. I'm not happy about that."

They argue as Sam puts on her shirt and her camo pants. While Pam buttons her shirt and throws on her swim drunks from yesterday that are dried out now.

Sam asks, "Do you know what the hell this is all about? We've been out here tons of times the past couple years and Fish and Game have never been out this way."

Pam says as she's putting on her hiking shoes, "Tony's been here to say hi and have a beer with us, but yeah, never this early. Alright, I'm decent. Let's see what's going on."

Pam unzips the front and they step out. Normally if Pam is awakened this early, she's not a happy camper, pun intended, but she likes Tony and Scott enough to not be cranky towards them. Now being out from behind the screen, she sees they're in their full uniforms. Scott is a heavyset young man in his early 20s. He wears the standard green Fish and Game uniform with the only difference between him and Tony is that Scott is wearing a traditional ball cap with "Creekville Fish and Game" embedded on the front. Tony is in his early 30s, slender, clean cut and is wearing the more traditional campaign hat that almost looks like a cowboy hat.

Pam asks, "Gentlemen, how the hell are you?"

Tony says, "We're doing good, Pam. Tough morning, exhausted, but otherwise good." Scott nods in agreement.

"I normally hate being woke up so early, but since you've never made a morning call to my campsite ever, I take it that something serious has happened?"

"Yeah, sorry ladies. I wouldn't come out here this early unless absolutely necessary, but last night CPD dispatch got a call from the campground saying they heard three or so gunshots around this area. Minutes later, dispatch got another five calls saying there was a bear running rampant through the campground."

Sam asks with concern, "Oh, shit. Did anybody get hurt?"

Tony shakes his head. "No, thankfully. Did any of you shoot a gun last night?"

Sam says, "I did. We heard something outside, both of us came out, and we saw something in the bushes. I fired my gun three times to scare it away. It ran into the forest and we never heard or saw it again."

Scott says, "Obviously the gunshots spooked Yogi over from your guys campsite to the campground. You're lucky nobody was hurt."

Sam says with a hint of anger, "Well, nobody was hurt, so what the fuck you want from me?"

Pam says, "Calm down. That makes no sense, Scott. If you got the second call minutes after they heard our shots then that bear must be the goddamn Flash, because we're five miles away from the campground. A bear can move fast for its size, but not that fast, Tony."

Tony says, "That's what I told him. As well as eventually, once it felt like it was a safe distance away from danger, it would just resume its path normally. They're certainly not going to run five miles away. I don't think the incidents are connected, but I still have to check on the safety of everyone. Again, sorry for not making it out here until now, but we had to make sure that bear at the campground was accounted for. Plus, needless to say, we're also short staffed."

Scott says to Sam with a smirk, "That's where you come in Lady Rambo. Help us out."

Sam shakes her head. "No. I enjoy working for her."

Scott's smirk turns into a grin, "Yeah, I can see why."

Sam sighs aggravatingly. "Give me your camera, tubs."

Scott is offended, "Why you gotta be mean and keep calling me that."

"You wanna know how I'll stop calling you that?"

"Lose weight?"

"Exactly. I've offered to help you lose weight and you keep coming up with excuses. But yeah, phone. I want those photos deleted."

Tony asks, "What photos?"

Sam tells him, "Candid Camera here took photos while me and Pam were asleep naked in the tent."

"Scott, goddammit!" He takes off his hat and slaps Scott in the back of the head with it.

Scott spreads his arms, "What?!"

"Delete the photos!"

Tony looks at Sam and Pam, "I'm sorry. He got out of the truck before I did. I was in the middle of a call. I can't take him anywhere sometimes without him perving on someone."

He looks back at Scott who's looking at his phone, "Are you deleting them?"

Scott says meekly, "I'm just enjoying them one last time."

Tony snatches the phone and looks. "You were making copies!"

Sam grabs the phone from Tony and throws it in the river.

Scott asks angrily, "Sam, what the fuck?"

Tony points a stern finger at Scott, "No. You don't 'what the fuck' either of them. You deserve it, pervert. Get in the truck."

"We're friends though, right?" he looks at both Sam and Pam.

Sam says, "Friends? Debatable. Still doesn't mean I want you taking pictures of me naked. Pam, however? She may not mind."

Pam puts her hands up like she's trying to reason. "Scott, you know I love you, but I've been nude a few times at the Tavern during Girls Girls Girls Night. Feel free to take photos and videos then, trust me I've seen them on websites, but here. Honey. It's private, so I don't appreciate that."

Scott shrugs, "I'm sorry."

Tony demands again, "Get in the truck."

Scott snips at him, "You're not my dad."

"If I was, you wouldn't be a peeping tom, but I am your boss."

Scott whines, "Why am I always picked on?"

"Because you act like an idiot and expect no consequences for your actions and we have to constantly humble your ass, hoping you'll learn something from it. Get in the truck."

Scott gets in the truck and slams the door.

Tony sighs and looks at Pam and Sam. "I'm sorry. It was a work phone anyway. I'll replace it and just say the other one was damaged. Anyway, so it was a bear?"

Pam nods, "We think so. The outline looked big. It was too far away for our lights to see it."

Sam says, "Even though we both have powerful flashlights. Still couldn't make the damn thing out, but she's right, the outline of it was good size. Bear like."

Tony nods. "Alright. Just be careful. We did spot a bear, not sure if it was the bear, a few miles away from the campground, but before we could do anything, it got away."

Pam puts her fist out. "Thanks Tony." Tony smiles and fist bumps Pam. "We're leaving today anyway."

Sam says while looking at her watch. "Oh, shit. We gotta leave soon. We slept in and I gotta be home for a family thing."

Tony says, "Well in that case, we'll get out of your hair. We just needed to check and see what happened. If you see anything, let us know. It's camping season, so we want to keep everyone safe."

Pam says, "Thanks again, Tony. Get yourself and Scott a free drink at the tavern the next time you come in."

Tony smiles and waves in appreciation at the gesture. Gets in the truck, backs up, and takes off, going across the shallow river bed and towards the old logging road they use to get there.

Sam says agitated, "You're giving guts a free drink after he takes photos of us naked?"

"I kind of feel sorry for the guy."

"Why? All of his problems are because of him. Most of the problems are easily fixable, except for I do think he has permanent brain damage, but everything else? He can fix. I don't feel sorry for people like that."

"John Wayne had a saying, life is tough, it's even tougher when you're stupid. So, I don't know, I feel bad for him sometimes."

"You're too nice, Pam."

"Yeah, Dad always says that's one of my fall backs. I just try to be empathetic with everyone. Understand where they're coming from."

Sam stretches and yawns. "Well, you figure out where everyone's coming from, I'm going to make breakfast. Eggs and bacon?"

"That's all we have left."

"Eggs and bacon it is, then. We gotta be quick though."

Sam takes the big rock off the cooler and drags it over next to the campfire, thankfully still burning from last night. She opens the lid, taking out the eggs and bacon. She puts the butter on the pan that's on the fire as it sizzles and starts to turn into a milky liquid.

Pam realizes something. "Us leaving. You know what that means."

Sam cracks the egg on the side of the pan. She turns and looks over her shoulder. "What?"

"No after breakfast sex." She says with a sad look.

After enjoying a quick breakfast, they clear out the tent, leaving all their belongings outside, take down the tent, wrap it up, and put their belongings and the tent in the back of Pam's Jeep. They grab their camping chairs, utensils, everything that came along with them and stuff it in the back. They put out the fire and that's the only thing they're leaving behind until Pam comes back again after the winter is over. They get in the Jeep and head for home - Creekville.