Storyboardland was a place on the web for aspiring authors to post their stuff, and tradition held that readers who encountered typos or other errors ...would bring them up with the writer. Though some (who were in it for the thrills rather than the craft) brushed these off, Valerie didn’t consider herself that shallow an artist and took every comment seriously. Countless times she’d been saved from posting stupid, often embarrassingly hilarious mistakes to a public site somewhere by the. ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ He turned to his friend. ‘Come on, Skunk, let’s get out of here!’ Skunk released Nancy’s arm and looked around, wondering how he was going to get out, seeing as how the two cops were standing in front of the door. Alex pointed his gun at Skunk. ‘You’re not leaving, son,’ he said. Skunk stopped, turned pale, and held his hands out in front of him, pleading. ‘Hey, man…’ he said, his voice wavering. Alex motioned with the gun. ‘Move over there, next to your. “OOOH!” Laura called out, loudly then fell to her side passed out from her intense orgasm.“Oh! Who the-?” Jessi saw and felt him. “Mark what the fuck?”“I could say the same to you,” he said pulling his finger out and licking her juices from it. “You face fucking Laura on my bed. Is she your first or can I just assume those stereotypes about softball girls aren’t all lies, eh?”“Only partially, I mean I love the taste of girls, I’ve eaten out the entire softball team,”“When you say ‘entire. I just hope that it's as good as their pamphlet claims."The driver sped up on the down slope. In the far distance, I could finally see the totem entrance of the camp's main gate above the trees. The camp's sign was stretched between the totems with its name written in broken sticks.Most of us campers on the bus murmured and glanced toward the front of the bus. One boy; however, remained in his seat and folded a piece of paper. When he stood up, he tossed a paper airplane at Susan."Hey!" Susan.