"Oh? What if we get caught?"The question almost bugged Ryan. He shook his head, trying not to believe I just asked that question."I think you need to ...relax, and stop worrying about the 'what if' scenarios. Don't worry, no one will ever find us. The truck will be hidden in the trees, and they won't start in the fields for another few weeks."The answer seemed to rationalize my fears. I don't know why, looking back I feel like I should've just said 'no'.I put the middle seat up, and slid next to. .. if she'd let me. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of sixth period, I glanced to the front of the room. There she was, her bright yellow summer dress stretched so tight across her chest I could almost see everything she had to offer. It was so short that when she crossed her legs the bottom of her tight round little ass peeked out at me. Enticing me... Teasing me. I felt myself begin to get hard and cleared my throat. I had to keep my head on my shoulders if I wanted to get. Zack and his final mark strolled together to the assembly area. ————————————————————- The fourth contender had witnessed Zack’s final shot and hurried ahead to the assembly area. She was still dressed in her field uniform of top, shorts and shoes, her clothing unmarred. Her survival of Zack’s paintballs gave her the honored position of Mistress for the remainder of the weekend. She greeted the hunter escorting his third and final quarry. ‘Zack, I’m Sarah. I am an Air Police non-com. I am also. " "Did what?" Ginny asked, giggling, perhaps expecting some cute story about what I was currently wasting my summer vacation doing. "It," I answered. "Last night." She looked at me, her smile fading. "You mean…it?" I nodded. Her smile was now gone and her shoulders had sagged. "With who?" "With whom," I corrected. "Fuck that. With who?" "You don't know him," I answered. She looked surprised, mostly, and like a hundred questions had just formed behind her forehead. But there was no.