But in reality it was more like hours. Six to be exact. For the last five of those hours only trees have gone by.Your parents had sent you away this s...ummer against your will. They were taking their own vacation this summer and they didn't trust you at home by yourself. You couldn't really blame them for not trusting you but this was a little extreme. After all, six weeks was a lot of time to spend at camp.You never were much of an outdoors person, but that was just one of the things you were. She paid the taxi driver out of her little handbag (a cheap imitation butstylish none the less), walked up the steps, and with delight found she hadreturned to her element. With her easy charm and slightly brittle but self-containedlaugh she greeted the hosts, and then slowly did the rounds of the rooms ofthe large Victorian apartment where the party was held. She kept the namesand relationships of who was friends of whom carefully in her card-file likememory: a little rusty from lack of use. I heard your voice in a somewhat stern tone call me into your office. You had the shades drawn tight and upon entering you spoke only a single phrase "Off, now." Without hesitation I stepped out of my clothing, allowing my skirt to pool on the ground at my feet. My blouse fluttered to the ground, leaving me in only a bra and thigh high stockings. The simple silver tone eternity collar stood out against my café au lait flesh, glinting in the dim lighting.Long ago I had learned to not wear. Was listening to Neon Moon from Brooks & Dunn and because I’m nowhere close to a scene like this in my RP’s, I decided to write it myself. I haven’t written a store by myself in forever. I am using lines from the song in this!WARNING, it’s a sad and short Drarry one-shot, no happy ending. I might make a happy ending, because I do have an idea for.