Grim Reaper

Desperate in Long Johns

By: Grim Reaper (31 Dec 2004, Wednesday)

It started out as a normal night, that evening a friend and I had pitched a tent in our back yard and were preparing for a sleepover/campout. Little did we know we would enter the tent as innocent girls and leave completely changed. Early in the evening we busied ourselves with making s'mores and popcorn, watching a movie or two, and gossiping about all kinds of things that interest teenagers. After calling up a few of our friends to chat we were getting pretty tired. It was only ten o' clock though, so we decided to stay up a while longer. "Well, we can start pitching the tent," I told my friend. Once that was done we set up our sleeping bags and got ready for a good, "warm" night. After staying in the tent…