***Authors Note***
It would be best if you read Unsatisfied I to get a better view of what is going on. I hope you like this second installments. I'm looking for positive comments only. If you don't like it then don't comment. Thanks.
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This was going to be one of hell of a camping trip. She really wanted to stay at home and watch movies with Jamison and forget all about the pending "adventure". She had yet to see Demetri's little fucktoy of a bimbo that he always takes. One year it was the receptionist, the classic big tit blond. The next was the French flight attendant, the classic medium tit brunette. But who could ever for the Puerto Rican Stripper who barely spoken any English. Though she didn't know much, anyone could make out, "Fuck Me" in any language.
As she said in the car she tried to tune in on what Jamison was saying. After a while it kind of just gathered together into nothingness. "Can you believe he did that honey? That was a crazy power move and I think he may lose his job." Oblivious to whatever he was talking about, "yeah, honey that was crazy." Sometimes she wonders why she's with Jamison. He's the classic White Male. They both graduated from Harvard. Both went into Law. He went into Corporate, she went into Criminal. They had money but they weren't compatible. She did have time to think about the impending future of her relationship with Jamison as they pulled up to the private camp grounds.
They spotted Demetri's black sports car that totally suited his arrogance and grace at the same time. What they didn't spot was him. "Hmmm, I wonder where he is." Jamison muttered partially to himself. They walked around camp for a minute or two then began to set it up. They work numbly not really talking, which is completely normal. Niki found the silence comfortable. She'd learned to take his quietness as a resting break between there next discussion. It really hit her as she thought about it. That's all they really did was "discuss". They never argued. He was always super sensitive to her emotions. To her, it seemed perfect.
After setting up camp, they began to worry. "Maybe we should go look for him," Jamison suggested. Knowing his fear of the woods she figured he would stay at camp. She looked at him and furrowed her brow. "You want to go look?" She knew he hated the deep woods. He had gotten lost in them when we was 10 and could only really stand the camp site and some cabins. She watched as he pulled out his self phone. She figured he was going to call or text him. "Yeah, you take the East Route Walking Trail and I'll take the North." She didn't have a clue which route was which but took the small path that she seen.
The sun was still high in the sky when she began walking. She didn't really care where he was so she wasn't paying attention. Instead she was focusing on a case she had coming up about a teen accused of murder. She meticulously worked out all of the facts and thought about the victim. He job was to prosecute. That's what she did best. For the past two weeks her mind had been swimming for the past two weeks. The case, Jamison's proposal and who could forget Demetri. She began to walk and thinking again not even noticing she had stopped.
Jamison had been acting weird lately. He had become distant and distracted. Having sex had become twice a month, maybe three. Not that she missed it, she never got off anyway but getting him off had been rewarding. It's easier to live in dumb faith than in blind light. She didn't want to know what was keeping him so distracted. It couldn't be more than a work thing. She loved him and that was that. He was always so kind. And never a real bother, so that was always a plus. There was a part of her that knew that this was simply not true. She had been walking blindly and noticed that there was not a trail anymore.
The Sun was still high and the cool fall breeze was blowing her black hair. She enjoyed the feeling and felt her nipples harden on her chocolate skin. She was enjoying the walk back when she heard something. Turning she say nothing. She heard another sound. She believed it was a wounded animal and drew closer. It was a partially rocky terrain and she had to move around them to get closer to the noise. She saw an object around the bend. Moving closer she noticed it was a body against it. She moved closer and squatted by a rock. She was thankful she was wearing drawstring shorts and not her jeans.