I decided I was going to call Hadley and ask him who the ass was that came up with this bright idea. I went to the side and called him and didn't give... him a chance for any pleasantry. I went right to the subject and proceeded to give him hell about it. I have to admit he never lost his cool, just let me go on until I got it out of my system. I finally ran down and to my surprise he was laughing on the other end of the phone."Harry, he is not running free. He is being monitored twenty-four hours. .. perhaps. Now come and cheer everyone up by dancing with me."Five minutes of energetic humiliation later I was really ready for a beer and left the dance floor to the cheers of the campsite."Dear Lord how do you always manage to persuade me to do that?" I asked Paula."You make me look so good is why," she replied with a cheeky grin. This is true, I can make anyone look good on the dance floor, it's not that I have two left feet, it's more like Jake the Peg, three left feet and an utter lack. " I don't know," Ben said with a shrug, "but maybe we'll know in a few minutes when I change into Horndog and check things out. But until then I want to fuck." Me too," Gwen said as she reached for the hem of her sweater."I'll pass for now," Jane said as she dipped another pickle into her yogurt, "right now I'm too hungry to think about fucking even if I know how much I'll love it once we get started." Ok," Ben said as he stripped out of his own clothes and tossed them into the corner, "as long. "I hate blonde."He sighed, looking at the green bottle in my hand. "What color do youwant?" Reddish. More toward auburn."The lock of hair turned dark red. "Better?" he asked, looking down at me.I frowned. "No. There's still work to do." What!" he screeched. "What else could you possibly not like?" These," I hefted my breast. "These are monstrosities. They're punchingbags. Make them smaller."He stared dumbfounded at me. "That ... that doesn't make sense. All guyslike big tits. Besides, they're.