[at-l] Wile

[Jan Lite]

You forgot the "and I noted she was a real blonde" part...
;-)


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> Frank Looper wrote:
>> Yes, we've gotten to the point that the list has your journal pretty
>> much memorized. Or at least the last part of it.. But don't let that
>> stop you!
>>
>> Maybe next year you can throw in stuff from other folks' hikes. I
>> could really deal with hearing about the French-Canadienne LT blond
>> hiker girl in Felixese.
>
> You mean like this:
>
>
> As I neared the shelter, the pain in my shoulders intensified. I was
> glad the air had cooled. It seemed to help my headache a bit.
> Occasionally the wind would pick up and leaves would dance across the
> trail in front of me. My body felt good, strong, as I neared the end of
> another 16 mile day.
>
> Once I turned onto the approach trail to Demos Shelter, I could see the
> light of a candle flicker on the walls of the shelter. Part of me was
> glad to know there'd be other souls to spend another chilly night with.
> But, part of me wanted to be alone to nurse my aches and pains.
>
> Rounding the corner, I could hear the humming of a soft, female voice. I
> think it got louder as I approached because she was humming louder and
> not because I was getting closer. I think she was a bit afraid of what
> was making the noise I was making.
>
> She was sitting in the corner of the shelter, mostly in her sleeping
> bag, leaning against the wall.  Her eyes got big as I stepped onto the
> shelter floor.
>
> "Hi" I said.
> "Hi" she came back with, less timidly than she expected.
> "Got room for me?" I asked, trying to put her at ease.
> "Oui. You hike alone?"
> "Yeah. Nobody else can stand to be with me none too long" I said with a
> smile. I took my pack off and started the chore of setting up for the
> night. "I'm going to get some water. Do you need any?" I asked, being
> the gentleman that I am.
> "I am fine. Thank you"
>
> I got my water and began heating water for dinner. With my head still
> aching, I really didn't feel like eating, though. I sat on the edge of
> the shelter floor and, head down, slowly moved my head from side to side.
> "You okay? No?" She asked.
> "Oh, I've just got a headache. I've had it all day. It's sorta settled
> between my shoulder blades, too" I said.
>
> Before I realized it there were two hands, firm but gentle, massaging my
> neck and shoulders. I became weak, nearly sick to the stomach, as I
> could feel the pain being squeezed from me. She moved her hands away
> from my neck and toward my shoulders, rubbing knots out along the way. I
> almost couldn't hold my head up on my own at this point. After several
> minutes of kind attention to my shoulders, she worked her way back to my
> stiff neck. After working up my neck, she found pressure points on my
> head that made me hurt to my feet. I knew the current pain was going to
> be worth it as she massaged away clumps of evil.
>
> "Why are you so tensioned?" she asked in an adorable accent.
> "Mmmmmm", I think I said.
> "No good?" she asked sheepishly.
> "Oh, very good" I said. "Where did you learn to do that?"
> "I am a, how you say, massage theraper"
> "Ohhhhh. That explains it" it was only now that I heard my water boiling
> in my pot. As I turned to tend to the pot, I realized that the girl with
> the magic hands was not only a wonderful headache reliever, but was also
> naked.
> "Oh, I'm sorry. Please to forgive?"
> But, that was ten years ago tomorrow....
>


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