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Kerry spent most that night going back and forth on the whole thing. Should he maybe cancel or should he take his chances? At one point, he went to the storage room and rummaged through all the camping gear the family had. He found a tent, the polar sleeping bags his dad had brought home from his stint in the Army. They had stoves, lanterns, and backpacks. He selected a good backpack, light yet it could carry a ton of stuff. He was at a loss at to what else to gather up, but he took some of the stuff up to his room. Back and forth he went, and then he decided that no matter what, he wouldn’t make up his mind until after the night out tomorrow. He would be able to tell then, maybe, if this was a set up or not.

Kerry did not have a good nights’ sleep. He spent most of his time tossing and turning. He kept going back from horny to down right scared. Finally, at around 7am he got out of bed and walked over to his mirror. He looked over his frame, saw the outline of his chest, and the dark bush of his pubic hair. He knew this was pointless, his thoughts were too scattered for him to follow his normal routine, so he walked into his bathroom for his shower. He thought maybe he could find the right mood once he felt the warm spray.

The day passed in agonizing slowness. Every time he looked at the time it had only moved a fraction of a minute. He was impatient and as 5 turned into 6 then finally started to reach the magic 7, his anxiety level also rose. He was hot one minute, ice cold the next. Finally at a quarter to he headed off out the door to wait. He passed his parents in the kitchen and told them he would be late and not to worry. His father winked at him when he explained he was going out with some guys from school. Once he told them who it was, they beamed their approval, just like every one else in town would if their kid was hanging out with Mike, Trey, and Brett. There was a nice breeze and the sun was only now beginning to start its downward spiral towards night. He waited out by the main gate, not sure who would be arriving. Would it be Mike on his bike or would it be all three in some car. Trey had a Mustang and Brett drove a souped up pick up truck. He thought Mike also drove his family’s car, well actually his older brother’s Camero. Everyone used to marvel at how George (Mike’s brother) used to drive around in that convertible. It was a shame the way he had died, in a car accident in the city. Some asshole driving drunk had rammed George and a few college friends last year, killing George. Mike had taken it badly, but the town rose to his defense when he got caught drinking hard last winter. He had

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