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Rosie

Have you ever seen what a frog looks like while it’s being dissected? All spread eagle and vulnerable...

Because that’s what I’m gonna do to you if you fucking hurt her!

Mom

We need to talk about Grams.

Grams

If you hear from your mother, it’s a lie. I’m fine. Bring me back a postcard dear.

Irarely hear from my mother, and when I do, it’s usually because she wants money. But the mention of my grandma has anxiety drumming in my chest. I shoot a text to Grams.

Me

Hey, Grams. If you’ve got something medical going on, keep me in the loop will ya? That way I don’t have to hear it from my mother. Love you. And you better believe I’ll be bringing you a stack of postcards.

I text Jones next.

Me

Don’t even think about taking some fucking porn star or lunatic stranger or MILF to my apartment.

Grow some balls and let the woman have your address. Otherwise run. She’s not worth it.

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After I geta buttload of pictures of the sand dunes, we check in at our campsite. We set up the tent, and now that we’ve done this together three times, Cammie is beginning to get the hang of it. I try not to think about how I’ll be doing this solo on my next work trip.

I will not miss her. I will not miss her.

I can’t. I won’t.

At some point, while driving through Death Valley, we lost service. My notifications are coming in like wildfire. Some texts are more concerning than others. It’s been months since I heard from my mother. But with the mention of Grams, followed by the text from her, I put calling my grandma on the top of my mental to-do list for when I get home.

As I get the fire going in the mandated metal pit, Cammie heads to the bathroom to get changed, and I’m entranced by her perfect peach ass as she struts away. I want to kick myself in the balls for being so whipped. But she’s that fucking fine. And in seven more days, I won’t have the right to look at her the way I am right now.

She sends me a text from the bathroom.

Cammie

You were right. No shower.

I feel like we should’ve bet on it.

What do you want?

Me

Anything?

Cammie

Anything.

Me

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