Steve sat in the driver’s seat of the tech van, white knuckles glued to the steering wheel. Jason and Grant had already gotten out of their Yukon and were motioning for him and Tango to join them so they could greet the owner of the campground they were going to investigate. Steve looked over at Tango who just simply looked back at him with that deer in headlight look that had become so endearing at times like these. “We’re staying here, in the woods?” Dave asked him.
Steve nodded very slowly. He looked out the windshield at Jay and Grant who seemed to be getting impatient and plotted the most vicious ways of murdering them. Jason stalked over to Steve’s door and pulled it open. “Get out here. Don’t flip out in front of the campground owner or your balls will be mounted on my wall.”
“You didn’t tell me we’d be fucking camping,” Steve whispered through gritted teeth. Continue reading
The Infamous Violet Rose 