Beautiful, spirited, but not what he was looking for. ‘Anything?’ he inquired again, exhaling a large plume of smoke towards the bartender as she ...rounded their end of the bar. ‘Nothing,’ she sighed. ‘I want a blonde, young.’ He nodded and exhaled smoke from his nose. ‘Feels so good.’ She raised her manicured eyebrows and smirked. ‘A blonde?’ He laughed at this, shaking his head and displaying a soft dimple in his right cheek. ‘No, the drag.’ She nodded again, helpless against the repetitive. This made her give a smile and run away in the house. Knowing that no one was in there except her, I went in, closed the door and followed her to the living room. I asked her if I could kiss her once. She straightly refused. I requested too much for the next few minutes and she said she will let me do it; only once!I slowly went to her, put my hands around her hot and slender waist, and started passionately kissing her. Although we were both first timers, the kiss was pretty awesome. After a. “What happened?” “My pipes decided to spray all this…this...oh I don’t even know what this is, but it smells and feels awful. May I please use your shower?” It is getting chilly standing on her front porch in only a towel and a robe. “Yes of course you can. It’s off the kitchen. I have shampoo and stuff in there if you need it,” she says, standing back to let me in. “Thank you,” I say and made my way to the bathroom. Cabin A is exactly like Cabin B, down to the Indian style tapestry hanging. We share many common interests such as books and music as well as movies and a same sense of humor. "Emmie" as I have always called her, has a wild side to her just like I do. We both love danger and dabbling in things that no one is supposed to do. So, naturally, we seemed to always get into trouble together. Now, it is common knowledge that Emmie has always had a crush on me. Well, more like an infatuation with me. She used to steal kisses from me and always hug me as a sign of affection..