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DELTA DAWN - part 1 // Camp Woodrow

Pairing: camp counsellour!joel miller x camp lifeguard!afab!reader

Rating: Explicit (not yet but it will be) 18+ MDNI

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: (1979 summer camp AU) After making a spontaneous trip northwest to a summer camp in need of staff with a few new friends, you find not everyone is so welcoming.

Chapter warnings: age gap (20 + 49), a whole lot of me waffling, extreme slow burn enemies to lovers ect ect ect, swearing, drug use, cigarettes, complicated relationship (not joel and reader.. yet), perv!reader, f!masturbation. absolutely NO use of y/n, reader has hair that can be put in a ponytail, and she can swim duh. This chapter is very tame, basically, just setting it up.

a/n: ok wow this is exciting, first chapter done and i'm pretty happy with it. Just a warning, i really mean it when I say slow burn, there will be no fluffing around at alllllll for a couple chapters, i'm not sure where i'm taking this or how long it will be, i'm thinking maybe 4? anyway enough chatter there'll be enough of that in the fic, if your reading this i love you sooooo much!!!!!!!

Camp Woodrow 1979

The Knack blasted from Sharon’s stereo, smoke plumed from Billies Joint, you’d been driving for a night or so. Mid-morning sun streamed through the windows, it was a brackish heat you had been getting all too used to. You’d met Billy, Sharon and Abel in Salt lake city at a gig, and now you were pleasantly stuck with them for the rest of summer. The drive from Salt lake city to Oregon was long, even longer in Sharon’s dads Buick which hadn’t seen the inside of a mechanic’s since 71’. The three of them had been working at Camp Woodrow each summer since they were, what was it? 15? Somehow they’d managed to persuade you to pack up your whole new life of groupie love and tour buses into a beat up Buick, taking the scenic route up to Oregon for a long, stagnant summer of campfires and controlled water sports, organised fun. You’d made the mistake of mentioning to Sharon you had lifeguard training; there and then it’d been decided you’d be the perfect replacement for their good friend Woody, who usually took the role of Lifeguard in camp, he was off in L.A, having made a name for himself in adult film. It was a long story you’d heard each salacious detail of.

It’d been a total coincidence, meeting the three of them. You’d let some girlfriends drag you to a gig in a shifty basement venue (Billies band’s place (who weren’t nearly the legendary group they thought they were)) and had been… charmed by Billy… You’d fucked, he was just okay at it but he was easy on the eyes, knew a good dealer and it was cool to tell people you were fucking a hotshot ‘rock star’, even if he was less than generous in the bedroom. Soon you were fast friends with the whole group of them, groupies and all. So here you were, head in Billies lap, high off the broken sun on your face and second hand smoke, his hand drumming along to Doug Fieger’s voice on your bare stomach. You’d hitched a ride in Sharon’s dad’s car with her, Billy and her ‘it's complicated’ Abel.

“Are we there yet?”

Billy coughed through a cloud of smoke, yellow tinted sunglasses making him look all the pretentious rocker he wished he was.

“Can you open a fucking window, do you know how hard it is to get that smell out these seats?”

Sharon said through agonising chomps of that wad of gum she’d had in her mouth since they’d driven through Boise. Billy cranked open the window. The hideous thrum of wind on the highway beating through the static air of the car. Your hair whipped around furiously and you sat up, stirred from the holy-half-high state.

“Happy?” Billy said over the obnoxious sound of the engine and the wind. Sharon scoffed loudly over the sound. “I asked when are we going to fucking be there.” He spluttered yet again over his joint, smirking at you while he complained like a child to a very frustrated Sharon. “It’s just down the next turn,” He said, looking at the map in Abel’s lap, he was more focused on the magazine in his hands, you peaked over his shoulder, a sexy nun, the big, hot pink letters ‘TEASE’ haloing the cover.

“We’re lost,” Billy hit his head back against the window, gosh he could really be a baby sometimes, you remarked internally, increasingly tired of the whole ‘Billy’ thing, a sticky situation you’d gotten into. The car broke into complaints, Sharon, searching frantically for the inconspicuous turning and little wooden sign to Camp Woodrow, stationed at the mouth of lake Calgonie. They’d eagerly shown you their collection of polaroids from the camp in the first few hours of the drive. It was exactly as you’d imagined, a classic all-American summer camp, straight from a gnarly slasher flick.

“Motherfucker!” Sharon retaliated triumphantly as she manoeuvred the cranky old Buick down the sharp dirt road turning Camp Woodrow 500 yards. Bullseye. The road was almost too narrow, lined with unruly trees, leading up to the clearing in the dense foliage. Billy threw his joint out the window, stretching so his shirt rode up, showing off that lean torso that he was so damn proud of, flashing you a movie star grin. You tucked your hair behind your ears, putting your chuck taylor’s back on after the drive. You knew you all stunk of weed and BO.

The car came to a pained, screeching halt in a makeshift parking lot. There were two cars parked in the other ‘spaces’, you noticed a blue Ford F-100 pick up, covered in mud and dust, your dad had one of those. Sharon let out a suggestive moan as she stretched, slamming the door behind her so hard you thought it might fall off. You all followed after her, Billy’s arm over your shoulder proudly, as if he was the one who’d just driven for 10 hours instead of whining the entire drive. You told yourself to just get over it, the summer was too long and too hot to hold onto this strange resentment you’d been harbouring for him as of late.

“Hey Abel! Sharon!” You heard from behind you, spotting a man you hadn’t seen before. He was shorter and well built, had a groomed moustache and lustrous black curls. “Tommy!” Sharon squealed, The pair embraced. You took the chance to get acquainted with your surroundings, turning away from the reunion to the woods behind you. Beautiful, it really was. You were a city kid, a suburban mole, so any chance at kindling some kind of a relationship with nature had you jumping at the opportunity, even if it meant dealing with children - Billy included. Trees as far as you could see, as high as you could see, the air clearer than you’d known it in the weeks you’d spent with these stoners.

“You remember Billy,” Abel said to Tommy, motioning to the boy next to you, who waved in his wanton fashion; too cool to put any effort into something as taxing as a wave. “Of course,” Tommy put his hands on his hips, it was hard to forget Billy. “And who’s the lady?” Tommy grinned, sauntering over, offering his hand to shake. Before you could introduce yourself, Sharon did it for you, telling him your name, which he repeated to himself. “She’s Woody’s replacement… lifeguard.” Sharon added, showing you off like an action figure. You fiddled with the hem of your denim shorts absentmindedly. “Ahh, lifeguard,” He had a firm handshake, making polite eye contact, you knew you’d get along with him. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’m super excited to get started.” You said warmly, the words falling from your mouth in something like a croak, you realised you’d hardly spoken for the entire drive, absorbed in tireless thought. Tommy clapped his hands together and turned to Abel and Sharon, then back to you and Billy.

“Well the kids are coming tomorrow, so, should give y’all time to settle,” He gave a little talk, friendly, he was what a camp manager should be, what you expected him to be. It immediately settled you, but the dead weight of Billy’s arm on your shoulders, tying you to him, was a constant jarring reminder of the mess you’d got yourself into with him.

The path to the camp staff cabins was a pretty one, scenic, you listened to your own steady breaths merging with the sounds of the forests. Billy walked ahead of you, his own suitcase swinging as him and Abel laughed their way into their own cabin. Separated by gender, convenient for yourself. Sharon lit a cigarette and grabbed the bottom bunk. You guessed it was so she could sneak Abel in and fuck him a little less conspicuously.

You sat on the top bunk, staring up at the damp ceiling, smoking a cigarette and listening to Sharon tuning a little radio, she cursed over the static.

In the evening you and Sharon decided to take a walk, leaving the boys to turn their cabin into a gas chamber, the forest stunk of them. “C’mon Lifeguard,” Sharon taunted, grinning at you through her cherry chapstick-ed lips. You took it all in, the forest, which opened up to Lake Calgonie.

“Holy shit,” You breathed as you stepped out onto the dock, the sun was setting over the trees, casting a vibrant orange hue over the lake. Your trance was broken by the click of Sharon’s Polaroid camera, the whir of the picture being processed. “It’s something, huh?” She nodded, somewhat proud of the landscape. “This is-” You started, unsure of the right word for how you felt, a little stoned from earlier, weary from the drive, muscles aching, brain heaving from the whole Billy thing, in complete awe of the situation you were in, impossibly, fucking happy. “Is it deep?” You turned to her, realising she was taking a picture of you. Click, Whirrrrr.

She fanned the two polaroids for a bit, tucking them in her bra, a trick she’d giggled about a few weeks ago. “Yeah, gets pretty deep in the middle,” She shrugged, more absorbed in the development of the polaroids she’d taken of you. She noticed the curious, awe-struck look on your face.

By the time you and Sharon returned to the camp the fire was blazing, crackling pleasantly, Billy, Abel, Tommy and an older lady. “Now, I know it wasn’t you two dumbasses who got the fire started,” Sharon landed the playful jab as she planted herself on Abel's lap, announcing her arrival the way she always did, her laugh echoing through the forest. Billy shuffled up to make space for you on the log, his arm around you in seconds, you were sure that that fucking arm would break your damn shoulder soon from how much he rested there.

“Hey where’s Joel?” Billy asked suddenly. You were only half listening, now the fully developed polaroids were being flashed at you; it was you looking over your shoulder in candid surprise, engulfed in the flashlight and the rich sunset from behind, like a deer in the headlights. “Well what’s he doing in his cabin?” Billy said loudly with a cocky chuckle.

You tuned him out, letting your brain run away with itself, watching as the older woman examined the polaroid that Sharon was passing around for admiration. “Beautiful ain’t she,” Sharon quipped, shooting you a playful wink as she peered over the older woman’s shoulder at your picture. Tommy poked at the fire, blowing at it expertly, so this was the country man. “Oh, this is Lou by the way,” Tommy nodded towards the bright eyed older woman, “She’s one of our senior camp leaders, and our chef,” He said with a tight smile towards you, clearly the introduction was pointed. It was dark now, the faces of your friends and acquaintances lit up by firelight, illuminated in the orange.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” You whispered to Billy, waiting for him to direct you. “It's between the weird tree, with all the branches, remember? and the bigger Cabins, showers there too.”

It was the first time you’d been alone for a couple days. As much as you were charmed by your fast friends, a long lonesome walk to the john was very much needed. Abel’s lighter, you'd borrowed one night from his coat pocket, clicked to life in your hand, the small flame lapping at the cherry end of your cigarette as it hung between your lips. You walked slowly to prolong your time alone, admiring the trees, listening to the forest by night and the gentle padding of your sneakers across the dirt.

After relieving yourself in the makeshift hut you wondered if you could even call a ‘bathroom’, you wandered as slowly as possible down the path, blowing plumes of smoke into the still night, feeling the trees sigh around you. You imagined what your parents were doing right now, sitting in their condo in Cedar city, probably off to bed. You rarely thought of them anymore.

You were brought to a standstill by one of the larger cabins, you took a drag of your cigarette and stood watching the window. You suddenly felt like a complete peeping tom; a man appeared in the window, not a man, a wife-beater clad god. He paced up to the edge of the room, giving you time to properly take him in; a quality of moustache you’d only seen in porn flicks, a soft, yet muscular torso, paired with arms that looked like they could snap Billy in two. You let the cover of nightfall mask the growing warmth on your cheeks. He stretched, wife beater riding up to reveal the unruly outline of a happy trail. Jesus christ. He was older, that was obvious enough, late forties? early fifties? You tucked your lips into a thin line, gazing at him, feeling like one of the fucking creeps you so often complained about and really not caring.

“Who is that guy?” You mused to Sharon back in the cabin, as she went through her skincare regiment in the janky little mirror, your limbs draped down from the top bunk like a fancy throw rug. “What guy?” She said, the tube of moisturiser taking up her full attention. “I ran into this guy when I went to pee? Moustache, in his forties, maybe fifties?.” You were like a teenager again, batting your eyelashes up at the ceiling. “Joel?” She cooed, turning to face you abruptly, clearly she had the same idea, you’d pulled her attention now. “You met Joel?” She seemed very impressed by this, but met was a strong word, you’d watched him in his cabin for a minute or so. You suddenly felt like this was something you shouldn’t have done, for whatever reason, maybe it was that sultry look in her eye all of a sudden, the accusatory tone in her pouty mouth. “Mhmm” You hummed warily, sitting up to look down at her from the top bunk. She scoffed, massaging her skin “Joel’s Tommy’s big brother, he runs the camp with him, total hunk right?” She teased. It made sense, Joel had looked like his brother, taller you thought, a little rougher around the edges. “How come he wasn’t at the fire?” You pictured him in his cabin, all alone. You now remembered Billy asking for him earlier. “He’s not the biggest fan of um, Billy and Abel, caught them sneaking in these girls, y’know, getting high a couple years ago, but they were like 17, like he��s had it out for them for a while.” This story didn’t come as a surprise, you imagined a young Billy and Abel getting caught smoking pot with girls by the lake. “It’s really only thanks to Tommy that we were allowed back, Joel would’ve gotten rid of them a while ago, wouldn’t’ve been outta line to either,” Sharon rambled on, all you could think about were those broad shoulders, the curve of his aquiline nose, it was a perverted stereotype you didn’t mind filling, young girl absolutely taken by an older man she most definitely could not have. “It’s a shame, he’s so fucking hot,” Sharon said as she pursed her lips, applying a healthy amount of lip balm to her pout.

Camp LIFEGUARD t-shirt on, little red running shorts that covered next to nothing, chuck taylors to match, another pair of Billies big brown sunglasses on your nose, you were every bit the summer camp lifeguard. Tommy had your lifeguard certificate and paperwork, breakfast had been a breeze, it was all ready. The kids were arriving in the afternoon, so you had the morning to scope the place out alone, leaving Sharon with the guys and taking the path to the lake.

The lake was invigorating as you dipped your toe through the strangely still surface, chuck taylor’s, socks, shirt, glasses and the little metal whistle all bundled into a polite little pile on the edge of the dock. You sat down, taking a deep breath and splashing your feet gently in the water, the tiny ripples lapping back at your calves. It truly did feel like a movie to you, clad in that red, lifeguard swimsuit, hopefully catching some sun.

The morning was pleasant, if a little humid. As warm as it gets in the pacific northwest, you basked in the quiet of the lake, sliding slowly into the water. It was eerily calm after the recent chaos that had become your beloved life.

You hadn’t swam leisurely in a while, not in a lake for even longer. You avoided the silty bottom by pushing off immediately to the middle, planning to test just how deep this lake was. It was strangely clear, you could see the bottom for a while, but as you swam out, below you it was just your flailing limbs treading in the dark blue. The hum of a boat engine broke the trance you’d been under all morning, snapping into consciousness as a small speedboat made its way around the lake, right up close to where you were treading water. You hadn’t seen it from the dock, hadn't noticed any waves.

It came to a quick halt, splashing water in your face. “Motherfucker” You spluttered as you spat out lake water. You wiped your eyes and shielded them from the sun to see who this obnoxious, nautical asshole was. He looked down at you, crouching, silhouetted by the sun.

“You shouldn’t be swimming without a lifeguard.” As your eyes adjusted to the bright light you identified the asshole: Joel, your blood ran colder than it already was. You could see him better now, dark glasses on, those sun kissed forearms, his slightly sun bleached STAFF t-shirt, that low, southern voice still unbearably charming, pouring over you like molasses even when he was being cold.

You realised you were staring and looked to your left at the dock. “Sorry, sir,” You started, hoping he’d appreciate the formality, “I am the lifeguard,” You grinned up at him with a saccharine bat of your eyelashes, really trying to appeal to the sexiest man you’d ever seen. He was still staring down at you in the water, sunglasses giving away nothing.

He let out a short scoff, obviously not amused. “Well what happens when you drown?” He said coldly, he did not seem at all charmed by that killer grin you flaunted so well, so you let it drop ever so slightly. Maybe you couldn’t kill him with kindness? “No lifeguard out to save your ass,” He looked down at you pointedly, still crouched beside you like you would’ve done with a kid that dived in a no dive pool.

“I’m a strong swimmer.” You cocked your head, he scoffed again, shaking his head in casual disbelief. You were too absorbed in working out whether he looked more like Burt Reynolds or Tom Selleck. “I don't care how strong’a swimmer you are, missy,” He retaliated quickly, your lips parted in slight surprise, you weren’t used to people being even slightly unpleasant to you, thanks to your people pleasing.

“I'm sorry?” You said in the wake of your surprise.

“Look, lifeguard, I’m gonna ask you to strongly swim back to the dock right about fuckin’ now,” He stood up to his full height chuckling at you in that southern baritone, again darkened to a silhouette by the sun. You remembered how good his muscular body looked in that wife beater, his goddamn broad shoulders, then pushed the thoughts from your brain, it was fucking embarrassing, you batting your eyelashes and grinning at him like he wasn’t reprimanding you.

After hastily making your way back to camp, a complete state, your cheeks annoyingly hot with embarrassment and a sinking feeling that you could only call ‘horny’, you caught up with the rest of the guys. They’d somehow got the radio set up and were sitting around it outside the boy’s cabin like moths to a light, Buffalo Springfield was playing softly, the sound slightly subdued, broken by static every so often.

You leant on the wall beside them, trying to collect yourself after whatever the fuck that was. “How's the water temp, sugar,” Billy landed a light slap on your ass. You couldn't even look at them, afraid to see your own flushed reflection in their tinted sunglasses. “Tepid.” You heard yourself say absentmindedly. You knew two things for sure, Joel was an enigmatic pain in your ass; another to add to the ever growing list. The other, he had you wrapped around his little finger, you hated yourself for it, but hated him more. “I need a dart,” You sighed, keeping your eyes on your feet as Billy lit your cigarette.

The kids arrived intermittently once Abels casio read 15:00, hoards of them, and quickly. Bumbling groups of girls and boys, completely feral. You silently thanked god that all you'd be doing was watching them, making sure none of their little heads stayed underwater for too long, leaving the morale-boosting, camp spirit stuff to your friends and the other staff. Luckily no water sports on the first day, so you were free to lounge around without worrying about some kid dying on your watch.

You sort of wished you had a way to get your mind off the whole Joel thing, it really shouldn't have gotten to you as much as it had. But there was something about the whole thing, something simply despotic about the way he looked down at you, ordering you about, it fucking jarred you all afternoon, distracting you even from Billy’s hand on your ass.

The next time you saw Joel that day he was with a few kids, a couple suitcases tossed over his shoulders, a big grin on his face as he spoke to them, it wasn't mocking, wasn't charged with some quick-witted comment that he’d make sure really stung, it was paternal, sweet. You don’t know why you thought he’d be cold to everyone.

Damn kids didn't know how good they had it as he made them laugh, beaming with child-like enthusiasm. “Who’s that?” You asked Billy quickly, as if you didn't know full well who that was, as if he hadn't been the only thing on your frazzled, embarrassed mind. Billy scoffed, watching Joel just as intently as you had been. “That’s Joel Miller,” he said that name with more passion than you’d ever heard him put into anything, “Him and I don’t get along so well, sweets,” He nodded, you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes at these pet names he’d been experimenting with. You tuned out the rest of Billy’s moaning, regretting even asking him, the phrases ‘Grade A asshole’ and ‘hypocrite’ were tossed around quite senselessly.

You needed a shower, everyone did but you weren't going to be the one to tell them that. With a crispy towel in hand and Sharon's flip flops you haphazardly made your way through the dark forest, the kids all in their cabins, staff eating round the campfire. Sharon said she'd meet you there in 20, at least one other person in this damn place knew when they needed a shower. The shower shack was something you’d have to get used to. Even in the abysmal water pressure, even with the ceiling completely caked in cobwebs occupied by creatures you really did not like the look of, the hot water was balm. It washed the smell of the lake off of you, and the dizzying BO you’d gotten used to in the last few days, cleaned off that lingering scent of pot from your skin.

You sang quietly to yourself, an Elvis song that'd been stuck in your head all week. “Your kisses lift me higher,” you scrubbed yourself with the ratty bar of soap you’d found in Sharon's wash bag, the song falling out of you at an increasingly enthusiastic pace, volume rising as you let the water infiltrate your scalp.

“I just might turn into smoke but i feel fine,” Billy was not an Elvis fan, never had been, but that didn't stop you from humming along every time he entered your brain. You heard another shower start and Sharon getting in, not for one second stopping the music falling out of you. You weren't a particularly gifted singer, but in the shower that never mattered. After singing the song countless times you turned off the water. “Just a hunk’a burnin love,” You hummed, the cool night air causing your skin to goose pimple, your nipples to harden as you wrapped your body in the itchy little towel that really didn't do much to cover you up.

You lit a cigarette as you stepped out, deciding to wait for Sharon outside the showers as she’d instructed earlier, admiring your reflection in the clouded mirror, wiping them clear. “Hurry up, fuckin’ cow,” You chuckled, raising your voice over the sound of the shower that was still going. Like a spell, it stopped, for once she was feeling nice.

"‘Bout time,” You giggled as you combed through your hair with your fingers, cigarette hanging precariously from your lips. You didn’t look away from your reflection as you grabbed your toothbrush from the pocket of your shorts which lay in a little discarded pile beside the sinks. “It's like being at The Westgate, Las Vegas,” The familiar voice chuckled, that condescending comment about your spectacular rendition of Elvis’ ‘burning love’ going right over your head in favour of utter shock and realisation, which hit like a ten ton truck.

You practically spun on your heels to see a smirking Joel Miller shirtless, a towel slung carelessly around his hips. The wind was knocked out of you as you let your eyes linger on his torso, just how fucking built he was, beaded with water, his chest sprinkled with hair matching that on his face. Holy shit.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror, hugging the towel tighter to your body, scooping up the toothpaste you’d jetted all over the sink from squeezing the tube in your state of shock. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. “Thought you were Sharon,” You said shakily to the sink as you washed the toothpaste from your fingers, your voice now lacking the confidence it’d possessed when you called Joel Miller a ‘fucking cow’. You felt like slamming your head through the mirror right about now, not daring to check if the heat that had spread across your cheeks was visible. “Thought you were Elvis,” He quipped, ever the witty bastard, pulling out a small razor and some shaving foam, clearly he was planning on staying.

You took a drag of your cigarette to pull yourself back to earth. “You make a habit of sneaking up on girls in the shower?” You heard yourself say, like your mind hadn’t turned into that of a perverted teenage boy after you saw him last night.

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart,” So he knew he was hot shit, standing there more naked than you were comfortable with in that moment, that towel doing very little to distract you from the fact he was right there, all of him, rubbing shaving foam on his jaw. “You're too old to be talking like that,” you said coldly through your dead-pan, the biting words lacking the fire you intended for them. He chuckled slightly, his low voice almost a growl, reverberating through you as you attempted to squeeze your toothpaste onto the toothbrush without making another mess. “Definitely Billy’s girl,” He said to himself as he held his razor up to the light.

Now that was too far, you turned your face to him, lips parted into a half-hearted scowl as you watched a couple droplets fall from his hair, you held on to the little towel for dear life. “What's that supposed to mean,” You shook your head in disbelief, that had truly been a low blow. “Well you are ain’ch’ya?” He shrugged, bringing the razor to his cheek, you said a silent prayer to god that his hand would slip. “No,” You said after a moment's hesitation. Billy wasn’t your guy and you certainly weren't his girl, he was a friend you sometimes, reluctantly let hump you until he finished. “He know that?” Joel scoffed, suddenly very talkative, you hadn't expected that from the authoritarian asshole who’d scolded you this morning, now a scintillating asshole. “Seemed awful comfy this even-” You cut him off quickly. “It's none of your business Joel,” you snapped, turning back to look at your glassy reflection.

This man would be the death of you; all of this, and now another mouth to ask you about Billy. “Billy’s a prick,” Joel said casually as he shaved his face, it almost startled you, the first thing you agreed with him about. “Aren't you perceptive?” The sarcasm rolled out of you, prompting another of those short, patronising chuckles from Joel.

“What's the appeal then?” It was a good point, why did you hang around with Billy when you could admit that the kid was a complete dickwad. Was it those looks? the way people seemed to gravitate towards his obnoxious laughter? It was all embarrassingly shallow.

“We hang in the same circles,” You shrugged, now completely absorbed by watching Joel shaving so expertly, still hoping your prayer would be answered. “Is he a good fuck?” Joel asked brazenly, not looking away from his own cold expression in the mirror as he cleaned up his moustache, your breath caught in your throat and you stamped out your cigarette on your ratty sneakers to disguise your prudish shock.

The answer was no, a dead no, no matter how much he thought he was. “And there's another thing that's absolutely none of your business,” You began brushing your teeth, glancing at him to see the telling smirk on his lips, that was all he needed to know.

After a much needed break in the conversation you spat out the toothpaste, holding your hair back and running the tap. You turned to leave with the pile of clothes in your arms, you’d rather’ve taken the short journey to your cabin in the little towel than spend another damn second in that room with Joel fucking Miller. “Hey, kiddo,” Joel interjected casually, you turned to look at him with an obedience that made you sick.

“Next time you find yourself peepin’ on me in my cabin, just knock on the door.”

You huffed an exasperated, short breath as you slammed the door to the cabin behind you, happy that Sharon was nowhere to be seen. You changed, cursing Joel under your breath over and over and over again as you pulled one of Billy’s ‘Supertramp’ t-shirts over your wet head of hair. That motherfucker! Where could you even start?

He’d seen you watching him. He’d known all day that you stood in the treeline in the unassuming disguise of nightfall, smoking as you’d watched him get ready for bed. He’d called you ‘kiddo’?! you groaned as you curled yourself into the quilt on your top bunk.

You guessed that Sharon was banging Abel in the next cabin, Billy had probably passed out from a long day of doing absolutely nothing. No matter what you thought about to get your mind off Joel; the image of him shirtless and dripping wet, his quick retaliations, nothing helped. You counted sheep, sang ‘Burning love’ a couple more times through, the shame just didn't wear off. He’d gotten the better of you today, catching you out at all the right moments, embarrassing you over and over again.

Finally, after stalling what you knew would be your only relief after a day like this, you let your hand venture under your panties, touching yourself gently at first, ego too bruised to allow yourself what you really wanted. Soon you were practically crying his name into your pillow, back arching desperately. You’d broken into a slight sweat, lips parting quiet ecstasy as relief washed over you.

You made the decision then and there, it was sink or swim, you weren't going to let today happen again, not let your epic, man-eating reputation be stamped into the dirt by some old washed-up cowboy with an ego for days and some strange Tom-Selleck-esque power over you.

You were going to become Joel Miller's worst fucking nightmare.

PART 2

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traipseartist · 6 months ago

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May 12 - I Was a Falls, I am Become Rapids

For the sake of our sanity, Lewis and I planned this trip with only one day of "rest" from the road--and since he had visited the town of Minneapolis, Minnesota last fall on his way out to school, he had strong and fuzzy feelings around returning.

This was the first stop where I was on ground I had traipsed before--I had come to Minneapolis in February of 2016 for a work trip to visit a glamorous financial institution in a very tall building in a very cold season and was... unimpressed... with the experience. Lewis was set on changing my disposition.

With Henrietta's suggestions in hand, we walked down to Black Walnut Bakery, which frankly ran like an absolute machine on the brunchiest day of the year: Mother's Day. Lewis and I had a small agony over what pastries to choose and gawked at the most beautiful cakes in the pastry case.

We munched on banana walnut bread and kougin amann while we went to purchase sunblock for my origami paper skin and navigated back to Henri's to get ourselves situated for a bike-a-ganza.

Lewis had brought his bike, Zolpa (don't kill me Lewis, I don't know how this could possibly be spelled otherwise) on Stacey's back from Boise and with a pretty comprehensive system of Lime rental bikes scattered around down town, I was set to tag along on my own set of wheels. We took to the streets! We scooted down to a sculpture garden on the grounds of the Walker Art Center which was hosting a massive art fair with 100+ tents and kiosks. Local artists were selling paintings, photos, sculptures, furniture, ceramics, air plant holders, tiny sweaters for tiny stuffed animals, jewelry, beer, jewelry for you beer, and much art in between. We chatted up some very friendly Midwestern artists (we bought several prints from a woman who told us that she couldn't hear the long "ay" in her pronunciation when she asked us if we wanted a bayeg for our purchased goods.) and people-watched over good beer in the still shade. The tents nestled among and around sculptures brought its own touch of other-worldliness to the vibe, and we walked the grounds unencumbered with art peddlers when satisfied with our survey of the fair.

Now, time to go explore! We pedaled through downtown and down to the river to take a look at the Mighty Mississip'. Old industry buildings towering along the edge and the roar of the dammed water spraying us on a bridge-crossing between the twins added to the flavor. Maybe I was starting to like Minneapolis after all.

From there we beelined for another brewery in hopes of finding food but instead found... even more good beer. A cryptic later, a liiiittle drunk and a prevailing hour in a separate space (I really, really needed a pedicure) meant our afternoon trickled away easily. When I met Lewis at a rooftop bar down in Lynnwood, I could tell spontaneity was already afoot.

The bartender, a sweet, sympathetic person named Johnny, was filling Lewis in on the details of the evening--it's a Saturday in Minnie, we have to do something!--and mentioned that the Violent Femmes were in town and playing across the water in St. Paul this very eve. Lewis, who had been listening to a Violent Femmes greatest hits CD in his car since people listened to CDs in their car clicked his heels at the news. Snapping up two floor tickets with a little strategy, we finished eating a shared veggie burger and headed home to shower and put on our aging-punk clothing.

The Palace in St. Paul is an old-school spot that had likely been repurposed many times as a formal theater before it became a venue where people spilled locally brewed beer on the floor and squeezed up the (probably, once) red-carpeted stairs to the gauchely painted mezzanine. Bless Marcello for his gift of ear plugs back in Salt Lake City (Marcello's plot is gloriously one jersey barrier attempt at sound dampening away from the freeway behind his chicken coop in his backyard) because I did love this crusty punk music but I wanted my eardrums for tomorrow. They played things I knew, things I didn't, and Lewis happily but cautiously headbanged from the back of the tightly packed crowd

Tired and high on the energy of a room full of people singing till their voices wouldn't. The band played two solid hours with xylophones, conch shells, bassoons, and bath robes to the crowd's delight. As they rolled gently off stage, we all filed into the night, aiming for the hangover cures that would meet us on the other side of the sunrise.

#minneapolis #travel #road trip #sculpture

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Expert Commercial Movers

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The Religious Landscape of Meridian, Idaho

Meridian, Idaho, is a predominantly Christian city, with over 75% of its residents identifying as Christians. The largest Christian denomination in Meridian is the LDS Church (Mormon), followed by various Protestant denominations such as Evangelical, Baptist, Methodist, and Lutheran. The city also has a growing Catholic population. In addition to Christianity, there are also a number of non-Christian religions represented in Meridian, including Judaism, Islam, and Buddhism. The city has several places of worship for these religions, including the Islamic Center of Boise and the Boise Institute for Buddhist Studies. Overall, Meridian is a diverse community that respects and embraces religious diversity.

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Chicago Fire Opens in Meridian

Chicago Fire is a family-owned pizzeria chain founded in 2003 in Folsom, California. The restaurant has since expanded to several locations across California, including Roseville and Sacramento. The pizzeria is famous for its authentic Chicago-style deep-dish pizza, baked to perfection with a buttery crust and abundant toppings. In addition to deep-dish pizza, Chicago Fire offers thin-crust pizza, appetizers, salads, sandwiches, and desserts. Customers rave about the quality of ingredients used in the dishes and the exceptional service the staff provided. Moreover, Chicago Fire uses locally sourced ingredients and makes all its menu items in-house to ensure freshness and quality. The restaurant has won several awards and accolades and has received recognition for its delicious and authentic menu offerings.

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Budget Travel Tips for New York City (Bonus tips for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade!)

1. First of all, before you plan a trip to New York City, make sure you are ok with walking long distances. Especially if you want to save money by not taking taxis and Ubers everywhere. The public transportation in NYC is incredible, but there is still quite a bit of walking needed to get around.

2. Secondly, decide what time of year you would like to go and start researching flights and hotels. It has been a life long dream of mine to attend the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and my daughters, who are 12 and 14 also had the week off school so that is when we planned to go! Start looking for flights at least 4 to 5 months in advance. 6 months or more is even better. I booked a travel package through Expedia and got a discount on my hotel and did not have to pay for breakfast!! (That is a $66 per day discount at the hotel we stayed at!!!). I like Expedia because they search many different airlines and usually have the best deals. We booked Delta flights to JFK and American flights back to Boise with one layover each way. We booked a red-eye flight to JFK and it saved us about $400 total. I won’t lie, it is pretty brutal trying to sleep on a plane, but I still think it was worth the savings. I made sure we had almost the whole day to rest once we arrived at our hotel and also called ahead to plan for an early check-in. Our hotel checked us in almost 2 hours early with no extra fees!!

3. Speaking of hotels… here are some budget tips. The closer you stay to Times Square and Central Park, the more expensive your hotel will be. I recommend booking a hotel in close proximity to the Red 1 Subway line. The 1 will take you to most of the main NYC hot spots and it is very easy to use if you do some homework (more tips on this later 😀). I booked a hotel off of 6th Avenue on 28th street in Chelsea/Manhattan. We had a subway stop at the end of our block and it was so convenient!! We stayed at the Hilton Garden Inn Manhattan Chelsea on 28th street. It is in the flower district so you walk by pretty flower shops every day! Like I said earlier I got breakfast included through our Expedia package deal that saved a lot of $$! Some other things I looked for in a hotel were having a fridge and microwave (many in NYC do not!) and I also read tons of reviews before booking. This hotel was not fancy or brand new, but it was in the perfect location (especially for the Macy’s parade!) and it was only $130 a night in NYC. They also gave us a room on the top floor and we had views of the the Empire State Building which was a huge surprise! The hotel was within walking distance to the Flatiron district, Macy’s, The Empire State Building, Times Square (or it is 2 stops on the Subway), the 5th Avenue stores, Rockefeller Center, and much more!!

4. Transportation tips. Do not even think about renting a car in NYC. Total waste of time and $$. We took the air train from JFK and connected to the Long Island Express at the Jamaica stop to Penn Station to get to our hotel, but I would Uber or taxi if I did it again, especially after a red eye flight. The subways are great, but there are stairs involved and when you have your luggage, it can be challenging. We definitely took an Uber back to JFK for our flight out. Learn about the Subway grid before you come! Watch some YouTube videos or read about it. You can also do directions on Google maps and Apple Maps to different locations ahead of time and it gives you very detailed instructions on which subways to take and which way. Pick the transit options on your directions to look at this. Just remember, uptown means up and downtown means down! You also no longer need to purchase Metro cards to ride the Subway. You just need a credit card that you can tap to pay. We used my credit card for all three of us the whole time with no issues. It is about $3 each ride and it stops charging when you get to around $37 a person for a 7 day period. There were a few times we were really tired and took an Uber or taxi (For taxis you just swipe your credit card to pay at the end of your ride. Also, they will only stop if their light is on and they aren’t carrying other passengers.) Give yourself extra time when you take public transit as it can take a little while to navigate. I used credit card points for Uber gift cards ahead of time and preloaded my account so we were ready for those fees.

5. How to see everything!! I had been to NYC over 20 years ago so I knew some of the biggest attractions we needed to see, but I highly recommend adding yourself to some Facebook NYC travel tip pages and also watching some vloggers on YouTube who give NYC travel tips. It was so helpful for me!! I chose to get the CityPASS with three attractions and we used it for: The Empire State Building (definitely do this and you have to make separate reservations!), the 9/11 museum (you also make separate reservations), and the Museum of Natural History ( you make separate reservations as well, enter on 79th street, and go to the CityPASS kiosks off to the right to get your actual tickets emailed to you). I highly recommend going to all three of these places! I do not recommend using the CityPASS for Statue of Liberty or the ferry because the Staten Island Ferry is free and you get wonderful views from the ferry! We also booked a walking/ferry/subway tour through TripAdvisor to see a lot of NYC. We met our tour guide in Times Square and she took us to Rockefeller Center, 5th Ave., Grand Central Terminal, the Financial District, The Staten Island Ferry, and the One World Trade Center (do this!!). Our guide was a native New Yorker and was so knowledgeable! I booked our 9/11 museum time at the end of the tour since we were going to end there anyway. I also booked tickets separately to the Vanderbilt Summit (right next to Grand Central). Trust me.. definitely go to the Vanderbilt Summit!! It is super interactive and was a great experience.

6. Going to some Broadway shows was also top of our list so I booked tickets for those pretty far in advance. The theaters are not super big so pretty much everywhere you sit is a good seat so save $$ by not getting the expensive seats. We watched two shows in a day: “Wicked” and “Aladdin”. “Wicked” was absolutely incredible and “Aladdin” was more of a funny/fun show. Both were kid appropriate and my girls loved it!! Again the 1 Subway line is right by the Aladdin theater so it was super easy to get back to the hotel.

7. Parade tips: get a hotel within walking distance to the parade route. Over 3 million people watch the parade and transportation will not work well. The Macy’s website gives you the parade route. DO NOT try to walk down 6th avenue the morning of. Walk down 7th or 5th and then cut over. We watched across the street from Bryant Park between 39th and 40th streets. There are no bathrooms and it is not an option to leave and come back. We got there a little after 6 am and we were one row back from the front. I brought some lightweight, triangular, folding chairs and they were a complete lifesaver!! The parade started at 8:30 and came to us about an hour later. We lucked out and it was in the 50s and nice weather. Be prepared for all weather though!! We brought one bottle of water to take tiny sips out of so we wouldn’t need to use the bathroom. I also brought granola bars and some pretzels for snacks. The parade ended around 12 and we made our way through the crazy crowds and walked back on 5th avenue. It was definitely a fun experience but be prepared for a lot of waiting and for A LOT of people!! You have to get to a spot before 6:30 to have a good view. There are also tons of spots blocked off for wounded warrior project. (And that is wonderful!). We originally wanted to sit in front of Bryant park, but that area is off limits, so we just went across the street.

8. A few other spots we loved that were free! The New York Public Library is absolutely gorgeous and there is an exhibit that has the original Winnie the Pooh Stuffed animals and one of Charles Dicken’s writing desks. The Morgan Library also has free tickets for Friday evenings that come available the week before. There is a Gutenberg Bible amongst other amaaaazing things and the library is breathtaking. Definitely go there if you can and it is free! And of course Central Park is free to explore and it was so pretty in the fall!

So if you are deciding whether or not to go to NYC? Go!!! It is amazing!

I get asked about the credit card reward points I use for travel a lot. We use the Verizon credit card for all of our gas, groceries, and going out to eat. You get 4% back on many of these things and it adds up quickly. We also get $10 off each line per month ($40 a month savings!). You can then use your rewards dollars/points toward your cell phone bill, buying phone products, travel (airfare, hotels, rental cars), and gift cards. I love the gift card option!! I got some gift cards for Starbucks before we traveled so we stopped at several while we were walking around the city for breaks. I also got some Morton Steakhouse gift cards ahead of time and we went there for Thanksgiving dinner. It was so good and the girls loved going to a fancy restaurant. It was all covered by the gift cards! Then like I referenced above, I also got some UBER gift card and added time to my account so the few UBER rides we took were covered! I have also used the travel options for plane tickets and hotels in the past, but the gift cards are my favorite perk. You do need to order them at least the day before you use them just an FYI.

#travel #nyc #new york #new york city #budgettravel #macys thanksgiving day parade

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Personal injury lawyer in Boise and Nampa Can Help

A personal injury lawyer can help you understand Idaho laws Personal injury lawyer in Boise and Nampa can help you enjoy maximum compensation. Personal injury law in Idaho, like in many other states, deals with cases where individuals have suffered harm due to the negligence or wrongful actions of others. These cases can encompass a wide range of situations, including car accidents, slip and falls, and more. To effectively navigate these cases, a personal injury lawyer must develop a comprehensive legal strategy that encompasses various key elements.

Initial Consultation and Evaluation

The legal process typically begins with an initial consultation between the attorney and the potential client. In this meeting, the attorney will evaluate the client's case to determine its viability. This evaluation often includes a discussion of the details of the incident, the injuries sustained, and any evidence available. In Idaho, it's important to assess the case's merits based on the state's laws, which may differ from other jurisdictions.

Investigation and Gathering Evidence

Once a personal injury lawyer takes on a case, they embark on an investigative phase. This involves collecting and preserving evidence that will be crucial in proving the client's claims in court. This can include gathering medical records, accident reports, witness statements, and any other relevant documentation. Idaho's laws related to evidence and procedure must be closely followed to ensure the admissibility of this information in court.

Negotiation and Settlement

In many personal injury cases, a settlement can be reached without going to court. Negotiation is a key component of a personal injury lawyer's strategy. They will often engage with the opposing party or their insurance company to seek a fair settlement on behalf of their client. Idaho has specific rules and regulations governing settlement negotiations, and your attorney will ensure that any agreements reached comply with state laws.

Litigation and Court Representation

If a settlement cannot be reached, the case will proceed to litigation. This is where a personal injury lawyer must put their courtroom skills to work. In Idaho, the court process can be complex, and your attorney will guide you through each step. They will present your case before a judge and jury, ensuring that all legal procedures are followed.

Working with Both Parties

Personal injury lawyers are ethically bound to act in the best interests of their clients. However, they must also adhere to professional standards of conduct, which often involve working with the opposing party in a civil and respectful manner. In Idaho, as in other states, lawyers are expected to engage in good faith negotiations and maintain professionalism during court proceedings.

Understanding Idaho Laws

In Idaho, specific laws and regulations can impact personal injury cases. For example, Idaho follows a "modified comparative negligence" rule, which means that if the injured party is found to be partially at fault for the accident, their compensation may be reduced proportionally. A skilled personal injury attorney will have a deep understanding of Idaho's legal landscape and how to navigate it effectively.

The Importance of Legal Strategy in Personal Injury Cases

The success of a personal injury case often hinges on the strength and effectiveness of the legal strategy employed. Here are some key considerations that demonstrate the importance of a well-thought-out approach:

Maximizing Compensation: A sound legal strategy aims to secure the maximum compensation possible for the injured party. In personal injury cases, damages can include medical expenses, lost wages, pain and suffering, and more. Idaho law may place caps on certain damages, and a skilled attorney will know how to navigate these limitations while still pursuing the best outcome for the client.

Establishing Liability: Proving liability is a fundamental aspect of personal injury cases. Your attorney will work to establish that the defendant's negligence or wrongful actions directly caused your injuries. This may involve expert witnesses, accident reconstruction, and careful examination of the facts. Idaho's laws related to negligence and liability will play a significant role in this process.

Mitigating Comparative Negligence: Idaho's modified comparative negligence rule means that if you share some fault for the accident, your compensation may be reduced. An attorney will strategically argue for a reduced level of comparative negligence on your part, which can significantly impact the final settlement or court judgment.

Trial Preparedness: While many personal injury cases settle out of court, a lawyer should always be prepared for litigation. This includes understanding the rules of evidence, expert testimony, and courtroom procedures in Idaho. An attorney's preparedness and ability to present a compelling case can make a significant difference in the outcome of a trial.

Timely Filing and Compliance: Personal injury cases have strict deadlines for filing lawsuits, and adherence to these deadlines is crucial. An experienced attorney will ensure that all necessary documents are filed correctly and within the specified timeframes. Non-compliance with these requirements can result in a case being dismissed.

Alternative Dispute Resolution: In some cases, alternative dispute resolution methods, such as mediation or arbitration, may be utilized. A personal injury attorney will strategically participate in these processes to achieve the best possible outcome for their client while keeping Idaho's laws and regulations in mind.

Client Advocacy: Throughout the legal process, a personal injury attorney is the client's advocate. They will provide guidance, support, and clear communication at every stage of the case. This includes explaining the implications of legal strategies and potential outcomes in a way that the client can understand.

Navigating a personal injury case in Idaho requires a comprehensive legal strategy tailored to the specific circumstances of the client's situation. An experienced personal injury lawyer understands the intricacies of Idaho's laws, court procedures, and the nuances of negotiations. They will work diligently to build a solid case, advocate for their client's rights, and, ultimately, seek the best possible outcome, whether through settlement or court proceedings.

If you've been injured in an accident in Idaho, it's essential to consult with a qualified personal injury attorney who can provide guidance and representation tailored to the unique legal landscape of the state. They will craft a legal strategy aimed at securing the compensation and justice you deserve.

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