Izzy almost....almost finds the courage to lean in a bit further , but she see's the look of worry and dread on Camelias face as she realizes what they've just done.   Izzy assumes at first the look of disgust is at her own actions, however as she's being pulled by the wrist up and away from the trailer she realizes /hopes that fear is all that inspired what had just happened, and not her.<br/><br/>As they approach the eating area , Izzy stands gasping. She watches Cammy take a seat,  all lanky and gorgeous , with little tendrils of red and blond hair sticking out in odd places.  She's bent at the hips, with her hands on her knees as she tries to hold back a smile.  This ...-this- was why she couldn't get enough of the other woman. The two had a penchant for mischief , that even while more often then not..it went poorly, was always at least worth a laugh.  Giggles start to cascade from the pit of her stomach up through her throat and start to pour over her lips.<span style="color: olive"> "I ..with..the.."</span>She clutches her sides, laughing harder, trying to speak but the gigglefits are unrelenting.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"I ..hips..Sorry.." </span>she wasn't sorry, but she -does- mimic her hips movements , even pantomiming in the air the action of her hand wrapped lovingly around the back of Cammys skull..making little humpy movements with her own hips. Then..she loses it.<br/><br/>She falls to the grass clutching her sides and staring up at her friend,<span style="color: olive"> "You with...tha....." </span>she snorts dissolving in to fits of laughter.<span style="color: olive">"And the...an ..THUMP hahaahahahaha"  </span><br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"A....an....an...."</span>She snorts again...rolling on the floor, she regains her composure enough to sit up straight and mimic Camelia's southern accent,<span style="color: olive">"Gotta Scram Sugah!" </span>She points and falls over again...<br/><br/>She laughs harder and harder..all to keep down the barking admission of 'Fucks's sake..i love you!' pounding away at the back of her mind..and not on her lips.<br/><br/>If she said those words...something bad would happen...she didn't know what...but something bad.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>