<strong>Name:</strong>Harry Ditmeyer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campground<br/><strong>Addressing:</strong>Teagan, Flynn, Ash, Mary<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Non-Naughty<br/><br/>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS280OfJsmEGtYjYbhar0zDOB6v8VCgEd3bIXYS4Nn-rkEjbI5a)<br/><br/>So this was camping. He'd never really considered the prospect before, infact the closest he'd ever gotten had been in the period after his Uncle died and his winning the lottery where he'd spend nights huddled over a fire with all the other homeless, hoping to be ignored by the greater world and never feeling comfortable in a world were your shoes could buy enough alcohol to allow a drunk to get drunk. No one here knew he was wealthy , no one here knew much about him and he liked it that way. Well, that wasn't entirely true , Teagan knew him best and he'd love her to know more but for some reason they hadn't quite made that connection and become a couple. She was a fun girl and he enjoyed spending time with her , but she always seemed to be moving at a hundred miles an hour which was great in a party girl when the nights at the club got interesting , but she never seemed to be any different around him.<br/><br/>So when she had suggested camping he'd figured this might be the first and only opportunity to see a side to you he'd never seen before.<br/><br/>Of course that was all before he found out her brother and another guy was coming on the trip, if that wasn't a passion killer nothing was, so maybe she wasn't that interested? His eyes moved to this Mary bird, she had that little innocent look but from casual observation she had a hell of a body, the question Harry felt the tend to ask , was Mary here to keep him happy or to keep Teagan's brother and this other guy occupied.<br/><br/>Or maybe this was just five people actually going camping for the sake of it, Harry took a beer but passed on the weed he'd seen enough people messed up by abusing drugs to last a lifetime and had no desire to join that group, and since everyone in his childhood home had either been a dealer or  a user and a few like him had said no.