"The place is almost deserted," said Tracey. "I've only seen a couple of occupied sites."
Allan laughed, "It's Wednesday - middle of the week - most people come here on the week-end. This means we'll have the place pretty much to ourselves until Saturday."
"Huh-Oh, I saw a flash of lightning," said Susan. "We better find a spot and get setup or we'll be sleeping in the car."
"It's just down here at the far end. My Dad and I always use it. It has the proper size tent platform, an electrical outlet, and water....it's also more secluded, no close neighbors, and it has a little inlet from the lake where we can launch the boat," said Allan.
"Here we are," said Allan as he pulled in to site posted as number 142. "There's a public toilet with showers just over to the left by site 146 or 147, and there's a Porta-John just across the road from us. We'll leave the boat hooked up to the car tonight. We need to get the tent up, it's getting late."
Everyone fell to and started putting up the tent. It was a good size one, sleeping 4-6 people with a nine-foot center ridgepole and sides that were six feet high. Allan was familiar with it and quickly had everything in place and tied down. Within an hour they had the tent ready and everything unloaded from the car and boat. As Allan was carrying in the ice chest and putting it down, there was loud crack of thunder and the first rain drops began to fall. Allan lit the lantern and set it on the camp table in the center of the room.
"We're probably going need this in a few minutes," said Allan. "The power to these campsites has a habit of failing every time there's any weather." As if on cue, the light bulb hanging from the center pole of the tent blinked once, then again, and then went out. "There, what did I tell you," said Allan.
"This is more cozy anyway," said Tracey, "who ever heard of having electric lights when you camp out. We're suppose to be roughing it."
"Well I'm going to get my air mattress pumped up so I don't have to rough it too much," laughed Susan. "I draw the line at sleeping on hard ground."
After eating the sandwiches they had brought for the first night, they were sitting on the air mattresses in the dim light from the lantern, talking and watching the rain and lightning through the mosquito netting on the front entrance. Allan lit the small Coleman heater since it was little cool. Allan was sitting next to Susan and had his arm around her.....Tracey was on the other side of Susan turned slightly facing them. Susan turned facing Tracey and leaned back letting Allan cradle her in his arms against his lap.
"Hmmm....I'm glad we came," said Susan, raising up and giving Allan a quick kiss and then relaxing in his arms.
"So am I," said Allan. "I'm still a little surprised your mother said okay."
Tracey laughed, "It wasn't easy....you should have heard Susie's spiel. She made it sound like you were going off to the Foreign Legion instead of the university."
"Well it seems almost that bad," said Susan as she pulled Allan's head down to hers and kissed him deeply. Susan held his head close to her and whispered in his ear, "I feel that little fellow poking me in the back....he's getting stirred up.....shall we tell Tracey to take a walk in the rain?"
"We can't do that," Allan whispered back.
"Oh Allan, I think I love you....I'm sure I do," said Susan no longer whispering. "Do you remember what you told me about your fantasy? That your favorite one was one where you were out camping, and these two beautiful girls got stranded with you in bad weather. You've got two beautiful girls now. We're stranded in the rain......and, we want you."
"You mean you.....you and Tracey," stammered Allan. Allan glanced at Tracey and she smiled at him.
