He agreed to help her. However, it's hard to say whether he knew to what extent.
She picked him up at the gate around 11 Saturday morning. In her back seat sat a red blanket, a camera and a Wal-Mart sack with a box of condoms.
They rode the 10 minutes out to the trails with little conversation between them.
Pulling up to the lot, they saw a troop of boy scouts wandering about. Clearly, the boys had just gotten there.
"This may be interesting," she said, grabbing the blanket and sack and sticking the camera in her back pocket.
Avoiding the scouts, they made their way down to the forested paths, passing a lady and her dog on the way.
"Maybe Saturday morning isn't the best time for this."
Continuing down a path, chosen at random, they decided on a leafy patch just inches from the trail.
Down went the blanket, and he quickly followed, awaiting instruction.
"I don't really know," she confessed. "Uhh... pull your shirt up a bit."
Two-hundred-fifty-three pictures later, she bought him ice cream for a job well done. And the photos made The Argo.
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Wow. I mean, wow. Words cannot quite express...
That better have been some good ice cream.
Great story! I will remember it next time I need a favor!!!
I did really love that article. Fuck the old codgers that wrote into complain! Sex and ice cream kick ass.
Corey Jones, ladies and gentlemen! Haha. I can picture the horrified look on the Boy Scouts' faces.
Wow! Thank you! I always wanted to write in my site something like that. Can I take part of your post to my blog?
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