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Disclaimer: The place names in this story (and name of the goddess Sheshani) are made up names and are purely imaginary. To the best of my knowledge, none of these places (or goddess Sheshani) actually exist. An Adventure in the Wilderness By Akkano Prolog Diane was talking to Pamela at work. "I am fed up with Greg propositioning me all the time. So far I have ignored him, but if he propositions me once more, he will regret it. And he knows I am several years older then him" "Just let it roll off, honey. He does that to all the females at work, doesn't matter what age. We are thinking of filing a sexual harassment complaint against him. You are welcome to join in if you like." "I am not interested in a harassment complaint. I prefer to handle him my own way. I have done extensive amount of research on Greg's background and I am ready. Just one more sexual advance and he will regret it." "Well, suit yourself" Pamela replied. "I don't know what you can do, but if you can take down that smirking bastard a peg or two, we will all be grateful to you." It happened just two days after this conversation. As Diane and Greg were discussing the quarterly report, Greg said to her "Oh, by the way, sweetie, how about going away with me this weekend. My friend has this cabin in the woods and has agreed to loan it to me. The two of us can rock each other's world." "Why, certainly, Greg" Diane replied with a smile, somewhat to Greg's surprise. He propositioned females as a matter of course, but more often than not he was rejected. He particularly wanted to get into Diane's panties. Diane was a gorgeous tall Nordic blond 5'11", the same height as him. She was slim without being skinny, with perfect set of breasts. Diane had often found him looking at her breasts. Greg himself was quite good looking and attractive to the ladies. He, however, did not work out often enough and tended to be a little flabby without being actually fat. "You mean you really are willing to go away with me?" he asked. "Well, yes. You can be very persistent. While in the beginning I did not want to, you broke down my resistance slowly. After all, one can say no only so many times. Now I am interested in seeing if you are any good in bed." "Oh, I promise you, you won't be disappointed. I often get compliments from ladies on my technique. So, will you be at my place at 7.00 p.m. Friday evening?" "I can do better than that. My dad has this luxurious cabin deep in the wilderness. It is a large house, really, with a sunk in bath tub, Jacuzzi and sauna. There is nobody for miles around and the scenery is breathtaking. The kitchen and refrigerator are always stocked with all kinds of luxury foods. He has plentiful supply of beer, wine and a well stocked bar. My dad has extended a standing offer for me to use the cabin whenever I wish." (Her dad had died ten years ago). "Why don't both of us take a week off and really make a vacation of it." Diane asked him. "A week. Why that sounds marvelous. But I am warning you, babe, at the end of one week you won't be able to walk properly. You will probably need another week's vacation to recuperate." "Well, I hope so. We will both of us talk to the boss. But things are slow and this being summer, there shouldn't be any problem in getting the time off, I hope." As Diane has predicted, both of them were able to get the time off easily. "Well, what time shall I pick you up?" he asked her. "I think it is better if I drive. The cabin is totally isolated and not easy to find. Rather than keep giving you directions all the time, we will save time if I drive. I will pick you up at 7.00 a.m. on Saturday." Totally isolated. Man, this was sounding better and better all the time. Nobody to bother them, lots of food, plenty of beer and he will get to fuck this stuck up bitch whenever he wanted. "What do I bring with me? I am not much for outdoors. I am more a city man." "Oh, I know." (She had researched his background thoroughly and knew that he did not know a thing about outdoors. She on the other hand, was an outdoor buff, always going for hiking, camping, canoeing, bicycling in the mountains etc.). "Don't worry. The cabin in the forest just gives us a marvelous view. It has all the conveniences of city life. It even has its own electric generator. We won't have to step out of the cabin. Just bring the clothes you will need for a week. The rest will be taken care of." That night she called her friend, Helen. "Helen, it is on for next week." "He propositioned you again?" "Yes, and it was the last straw." "So you mean to go through with it. I hope it works out. I myself am looking forward to it." "Yes, I do. Now remember our deal. You have to help like we discussed." "Is he really that ignorant about outdoors?" "Totally. I almost feel sorry for him. The poor sap has no idea know what he is in for. Well, that is his funeral." We are leaving 7.00 a.m. Saturday. I will see you around 2.00 p.m. at Hemlock Bluff." "I will take off from work a bit early on Friday and be there Friday night. See you on Saturday. Good-bye." Diane packed one suitcase with some of her old clothes which she was going to throw away or donate to charity. She was ready for the trip. Day 1. On Saturday Diane arrived at Greg's place promptly at 7 o'clock. They put his one suitcase in the car and started on their way. As they got on to the freeway, Diane said to him "I have some hot chocolate in the thermos. Want some?" "Sure" Greg said as he filled two traveling mugs from the thermos. When Greg had finished his, Diane has merely taken a couple of sips from hers. "You have barely touched yours." Greg said, picking up her mug. "Sorry. I guess I am concentrating on driving. Why don't you finish mine." Greg finished her mug as well. She had put a mild sedative in the chocolate. While a couple of sips did not affect her at all, Greg was soon asleep. He was asleep for a good five hours. Diane took two breaks, but he did not wake up. He woke up all of a sudden around 12.00 p.m. "Where are we?" he asked looking around. "We are two hours from our cabin." Diane replied. After sleeping for this long, he felt a bit disoriented. He tried to find out where he was by looking at the signs. They had left the freeway long time ago and were driving on side roads. The signs he saw were of the towns or local attractions (White Mountain, Campbell Canyon etc.) which did not tell him where he was. In his mind, he was totally lost. As he was looking around, his glance fell on a leaflet on the dashboard. For lack of anything better to do, he started reading the leaflet. It was about a snake called coral snake. "Beautiful creature, isn't he?" Diane inquired as she saw him looking at the leaflet. It was indeed a beautiful looking snake, with red, yellow and black bands all across its body. "Well, yes." Greg replied uncomfortably. He did not care for snakes. "Well, he is as poisonous as he is beautiful. He is related to the king cobra of India. A single bite from the coral snake is almost always fatal. Compared to him, the rattlesnake is as harmless as an earthworm." "Are, are there any coral snakes where we are going?" "Oh, yes. The woods near the cabin are full of them. But what of it? We will never get out of the cabin anyway. It doesn't affect us." "I guess so." Greg still wasn't satisfied. As far as he was concerned, the farther he was from any kind of snake, the better. As time went on, he saw fewer and fewer cars. There was a definite feeling that they were moving away from population. Finally they came to a gravel road. The road became more and more rugged, towards the end it was little more than a dirt track. After driving a good 50 kilometers on the gravel road, they came to the place called Hemlock Bluff. Hemlock Bluff consisted of a small motel and a tiny general store. He did not see any houses or cottages and he wondered who the general store catered to. It seemed a forlorn, lonely and isolated spot. For the first time, he felt a bit apprehensive. "Well, here we are." Diane said cheerfully. "Where is the cabin?" he asked looking around. "The cabin is an hour from here by motor boat. My friend Helen will be here soon with a motorboat. Oh, there she is" she said as he saw a woman come out of the motel. He was stunned when he saw Helen. She was even more beautiful than Diane, if that were possible. She was a bit shorter than him, which made her non-threatening. He almost wished he could go to the cabin with Helen instead of Diane. "Well, we are ready to go. Where is the motor boat?" "I have a bit of bad news, I am afraid. The ceiling of the living room of your daddy's cottage collapsed this morning. You can't go to his cabin. He tried to phone you but your cellular phone was turned off." "Yes. We decided to switch our phones off when we left, so as not to have any distractions. But what are we going to do now, Greg?" "I don't know." Greg said, completely at a loss. "Sorry about your dad's cabin. What do you suggest?" "Well, I am tired. I guess we check into the motel. It will be separate rooms, I am afraid. I need a good night's sleep. Tomorrow we head back. I am sorry, darling. Maybe some other time." Diane said as she circled his neck with her hand and kissed him on the cheek." In the process, she took care to brush her breasts against him slightly. Greg could also smell the slight perfume she was wearing. This drove Greg wild. "There has to be another way." Greg said desperately. "There is another way. You did not let me finish. How about the Devil's Point?" Helen asked. "I don't know. The conditions there are a bit primitive. Would you be all right with that, Greg?" she asked him. Greg was by now horny as hell and he was not going to let this chance skip. "Of course it is all right. I am used to roughing it. Don't you worry." Greg lied. "If there is any problem, I will look after you." He told Diane as he squeezed her shoulder. "Of course it will be all right." Helen said. "But we will need all kinds of supplies." "All taken care of, with your dad's compliments. Your dad felt so bad about ruining your vacation that he decided to do something nice for you. He knows that is your favorite place. So he has sent all the provisions you will need for your stay there." Helen said as she started dumping cartons in a large canoe which was moored by the shore. The cartons were identical in size to each other and it was impossible to guess what was in them. "What happened to the motor boat?" Greg asked. "Oh, old man McCutchen, who runs the general store and the motel here, was going to rent me one. But it is not working properly. so he let me have his canoe instead." "It's a very large canoe." Greg was an illiterate when it came to outdoors, but even he knew that the canoe was too large. "It is for two people to row. You and Diane can row while going. Coming back it will be empty so I will be able to handle it by myself." Helen replied. "But I have never rowed before." Greg complained as they got into the canoe. "Oh, stop your whining." Helen replied. "Both Diane and I have extensive experience in rowing. Diane will sit at one end and I will sit beside you. I will tell you how to row. Just follow my directions to the letter and you will be all right. Besides, I will always have an oar in my hand. If I see you doing something stupid I will yell stop. Then you stop rowing and I will complete the maneuver. There is no danger." When they got into the canoe, both Helen and Diane removed their shoes and socks. "Why don't you also get comfortable, Greg?" Helen asked him. After sitting in the car the whole day, Greg felt good after removing his shoes, socks and putting his feet up on the bench. The three of them dropped the shoes and socks in the middle of the canoe, along with the rest of the luggage. Soon they were on their way. At first, the water was calm and still. However, after rowing about half a mile, they were already into furious rapids. So far Greg had done quite well rowing under the directions of Helen. The rapids looked very dangerous. "How are we going to row through the rapids? OOPS, sorry." Greg asked. As Greg started speaking, Diane gave a lurch to the canoe with her oar, making Greg think that his lapse of concentration while talking caused the canoe to lurch. "It's not easy. There is a way through the rapids. However, you have to know the exact path. A few years ago Diane and I came across this place and we fell in love with it. The scenery is so beautiful that we decided to spend some time trying to find a path through the rapids. Eventually we were successful. However, even a person with considerable rowing experience won't be able to find the path at the first go, if he does not know it already. That is the reason why there are no tourists here canoeing or boating. The only people who come here are the hardy hikers with a lot of hiking experience. As a result, usually this place is very quiet." Helen replied. "Now, let us get something sorted out. Greg, please stop rowing. We are in calm waters here, for now. Diane will you please keep treading water. We have to settle something." Greg wondered what Helen was up to. "Now, Greg you yourself will admit that when you started talking, your attention wandered from rowing and it upset the canoe." "Well, I guess it did. Sorry about that." "Sorry is good enough, for now. However, look at those murderous rapids. What will happen if you start talking when we are in the rapids and you make a mistake in rowing? Then before you can say sorry, we all will be in the water. Can you swim, Greg?" Helen asked him even though she knew the answer. "No, I can't" Greg admitted shamefacedly. "Well, Diane and I are excellent swimmers. If the canoe capsizes, we will probably be all right. However, you most certainly will not make it. Both of us will be too busy saving our hides to try to rescue you. So it is for everyone's well being, but especially for your own well being that you must not talk during the rest of the rowing. You agree with me?" "Yes, most certainly. I won't open my mouth during the rest of the trip, I promise." "And I believe you. However, both Diane and I will be talking and without intending to you may join in. We can't risk that. I am sorry, but there only one way to ensure that you shut up the rest of the trip. That is to gag you." "Hey now, now wait a minute." Greg stammered. "Well, can you think of another way?" "Well why don't you row then? You are an expert rower according to you. You should be able to do the job." "Oh, you mean Diane and I should do all the work, while you just sit around like a frail, old woman? Normally, I would prefer that rather than risk you rowing. However, I have to save my strength for going back. You must row while going. Even then I imagine Diane will be doing bulk of the work." Greg wasn't sure if he was being set up. However, he could see the sense in what Helen was saying. "I suppose you are right." he said to her, reluctantly. "Believe me, this is the only way. I don't really want to do it, but if you have any other suggestion, I am open to it. Now, let us see. What can we gag you with." Both Diane and Helen searched in the nearby area, careful not to upset the canoe too much. However, there was nothing suitable. "Well, there is only one way. Diane, honey, if you will be so kind?" Greg wondered what she was talking about. However he was horrified when Diane said with a sigh and with an obvious show of reluctance. "Oh, all right. Here." So saying, she held the oar with one hand, raised her skirt and expertly peeled off her panties with her other hand. She then threw them to Helen, who caught them with great skill. "These will have to do. Come on Greg, open up." "No way you are going to gag me with her panties." "Well what do you suggest? There are only two alternatives, either her panties or my panties. But I must warn you that I started menstruating yesterday and I may have leaked a bit. You certainly don't want to go there." "How about my underwear? I don't mind those, even if they may be dirty." "Your underwear is way too big. You will have to open wide to accommodate it. It will start hurting your mouth in a few minutes. I don't want you in pain, Greg. I want you to give your full attention to rowing. Now Diane's panties are quite small. They are really more like a thong. They won't hurt your mouth. After a while, you won't even notice that they are there. Come on, now. Open up like a good boy. "I don't know, Helen. I don't like the thought of dirty panties in my mouth. Maybe we should turn back. Diane's idea of checking into the motel does not sound that bad after all." Helen shrugged and said "It is all the same to me. Diane?" "Oh, no. I don't want to go back. Daddy has gone to all this trouble to give us these provisions for free and I want to take advantage of it. After all, I have been driving all day and I would like to enjoy some outdoors before I go back. What's the matter, Greg? I thought you wanted me." "Yes, I do, Diane. In the worst possible way. But all the same,.." "Then it is settled. If Diane wants to continue, then I also vote to continue. Sorry, Greg, it has to be Diane's panties after all." Greg looked at the panties. Diane had not changed her panties for two days. That day in the morning she did not wear a panty liner. For seven hours in the car her naked pussy was in direct contact with her panties. As a result, her panties were soaked with her vaginal juices. When she made the two rest stops, she did not wipe herself after peeing both times. As a result, her panties reeked strongly of her sex and her piss. He could see yellow stains of urine on the panties. In addition, since the back of the panties was sitting well into the crack of her ass, he could see two large dark brown streaks in the back of the panties. Altogether, the smell was very ripe and he felt revolted. He had had sex with many girls, but nobody had panties as dirty as these ones. He looked at Helen, who was waiting impatiently, with the panties in her hand. He could easily overpower Helen. He also may be able to overpower Diane. But that will almost certainly mean capsizing of the canoe and certain death for him. It was not worth the risk. But he thought of something else. "Helen, you are being ridiculous. If you must gag me, why does it have to be Diane's dirty panties? She has clean panties in the luggage. Or better yet, there are my clean socks. We could use those." Helen rolled her beautiful green eyes. "Really, Greg. You just don't get it, do you? Stand up." "What?" "It's. O.K. Just stand up right here, where you are." Greg stood up next to Helen. As he got up, the canoe lurched from side to side. Diane, of course, magnified the lurch with her oar. "See that? Just standing up upsets the canoe. The luggage is in the center of the canoe and the suitcases are at the bottom. We will have to walk half the length of the canoe, rummage around in the luggage and again walk half the length of the canoe back. Chances are very good that somewhere along the line it will tip the canoe. We can't chance it. We could have used your dirty socks, but I see you are not wearing any." Greg gave up, however, he made one last attempt. "Could you at least wash the panties a bit in the water?" "Well, the water here is usually filthy, with a high bacteria count. If I wash the panties and then put them in your mouth, chances are very good that it will make you very sick. We can't have that, not when you are going to spend several days outdoors. Diane's panties here, while they may not be pleasant smelling, (here she sniffed the panties and wrinkled her nose at the smell) at least will not lead to any illness on your part. Now come on, you have stalled long enough. Open up." Greg had ran out of arguments and did not have any choice. He opened his mouth wide and Helen inserted Diane's dirty panties into his mouth. The foul taste of Diane's panties assailed his senses immediately. Helen stuffed the panties into his mouth with her finger. "Now close your mouth." He found that he could close his mouth almost completely. Helen took scotch tape from her purse and taped his mouth shut. "There. Now we won't have any back talk from you. It will take us two hours to row. After one hour, we will take a little break and I will remove the gag for a few minutes. But until then give your full attention to rowing and follow my orders to the letter. Let's get this show on the road." Helen sat next to him on the very small bench. Soon they were on their way. He could smell her perfume and it was driving him crazy. Here he was in a canoe with two gorgeous women but he wasn't able to do anything except obey Helen's orders. The rapids were fast and looked very dangerous. However, as Helen had mentioned, the two of them seemed to know the way and the rowing did not seem too hard. Helen and Diane were chattering non stop, with Helen giving him orders once in a while. Greg could listen, but could not participate. After abut one hour, Helen asked him to stop rowing and Diane kept treading water to keep the canoe stationary. Helen peeled off the scotch tape and removed the panties from his mouth. "Thank you, Helen." he said. It felt good without the gag in his mouth. He saw that the dark brown streaks had almost disappeared. The urine stains also were gone. He could still taste Diane's juices. His mouth tasted terrible, with taste of piss, shit and Diane's vaginal juices mixed together. "How is the water here?" he asked Helen. "It's probably all right. However, it is better not to risk it. The water is fine where you are going. Better wait another hour before rinsing your mouth. Now that's enough chit chat. Time to get going. Open up." Again the stinky panties went into his mouth. He knew it was going to take a long time to get the taste of Diane's juices out of his mouth once they reached the shore. Finally, after what seemed a long time, they reached the shore. By now, Greg's arms were hurting terribly. With a great deal of difficulty, he helped unload the boat. Diane, however, seemed to be in good spirits. She had hardly worked up a sweat even after all that rowing. Diane and Helen got out of the canoe easily. However, as Greg stood up and took one step the canoe lurched dangerously. Greg froze with fear. He could not take another step forward. "I am sorry, dear. I did not think." Helen said as she stepped back into the canoe and came towards him. "Here, I will hold your hand. Don't be scared, baby, I won't let go. Now start walking slowly with me. Easy does it. That's a good boy. There, all done. That wasn't so bad, was it?" First thing Greg did was to wash his mouth with water. After repeated washing, the bad taste in his mouth seemed to decrease a little bit. "It will take time to get the taste out of your mouth, Greg. Just leave it. You may wish to wash your mouth with soap later on. That is what is done to naughty boys who put things in their mouth that they shouldn't." Helen said. "Ha ha. Very funny." Greg remarked. "Kidding aside, great job, Greg. You did very well. For someone who has never rowed before, you rowed one of the most difficult routes in water. You deserve a reward." "A kiss?" he said, to get back at her. "Don't be absurd. You should be so lucky. When you are done with Diane in a few days' time, we will talk and see if something works out between us. No, I meant a candy bar. Here is one for you and one Diane, for you." She took two Three Musketeers candy bars from her purse and handed them one each. "Thanks, Helen. I am not going to eat mine now. Greg, would you please keep mine with you?" "Well, I don't feel like eating it now either. Not with the terrible taste still in my mouth." Greg pocketed both the candy bars. Every little move in the ladies' plot was carefully choreographed. It was important that Greg put at least one candy bar in his pocket. Diane was pleased when he put both of them in his pocket. "By the way, it is O.K. to rinse your mouth in the lake water here. Drinking the lake water is also O.K. However, to be on the safe side, use this." She produced a small bottle from her purse. "This is iodine solution. Mix one or two drops with one liter of water and it will purify the water, killing the germs. It has the same effect as boiling the water. I am sure your daddy has packed a few more bottles for you." She handed the bottle to Diane. "Excuse me, ladies. I have to take a leak." As soon as he was out of earshot, Helen whispered to Diane "Well, good luck, dear. I have done my bit. He has got a taste of you bodily fluids. He has been introduced to the concept of obeying orders from a woman without question. From here on it is up to you." "And you have done all the other preparations that we discussed." "It's all taken care of. Good luck." "Don't worry, everything will be fine. see you in a few days." Diane said. Diane pulled Helen in her embrace and kissed her deeply. As they were involved in a passionate kiss, Greg returned. He was surprised to see them kissing. When they were finished, he asked them "Are you ladies lesbians? If so, I am wasting my time with Diane." "Helen and I go both ways, Greg. We are as comfortable with guys as with girls." Diane replied. "Well, I must be off. I will back in one week. When I return, I want to hear the words 'mission accomplished'. Have fun you two, and be careful of the coral snake. Remember, black, yellow and red bands." "Are there coral snakes here?" Greg asked. "Yes, there are. But don't worry. I have handled coral snakes many times. We will be all right." Diane replied. "Well, shall we take our stuff over to the cabin?" "What cabin?" "Why, the cabin where we are going to live." "There has been some misunderstanding, Greg. there is no cabin." "You said that it will be a bit rough, so I assumed that there is a cabin." "Well, I never said that there was a cabin. I just said that conditions are a bit rough. What you see is all there is." "But where are we going to live?" "Oh, I am sure daddy has given us sleeping bags, tent, an air mattress and all the other essential supplies." "Well, if I had known that conditions were this primitive, I would have opted for the motel. Where do we shower, go to toilet?" "If you cast your mind back, I never said there was a cabin. You jumped to conclusions. As for shower, we bathe in the lake. By the way, see this stagnant pool here? That is where you bathe. The water is calm over here and also is shallow, like a kiddy pool, so that there no question of you drowning. I will swim for my bath. The currents are very fast here, so be careful. Don't venture beyond the kiddy pool. If you get into trouble, I won't be able to rescue you. The currents are just too strong. As for toilet, the whole outdoors is our toilet. We will pick out a spot soon. I am sure daddy has packed tissue paper for us. If you don't know how to do toilet outdoors, why, I will have to toilet train you." Diane had already started working on Greg. She had assumed the dominant role, with Greg reduced to obeying her orders. "Now why don't we go for a little hike? That will free up our cramped muscles. After coming back, we can unpack, set up the tents and fix us a nice meal." "But I have never set up a tent before in my life." "I have. Just follow my orders, do what I tell you and you will be all right." Greg was now definitely feeling apprehensive. He will have to spend the whole week doing Diane's bidding. He did not know a thing about outdoors, but following Diane's orders was definitely not what he had in mind. He decided to assert himself. "Well, I am feeling rather tired. I don't think I want to go on any hike. Why don't you go alone? I will unpack what I can while you are gone. First I want to relax with a beer." "Too bad. I know a spot about twenty minutes walk from here. The view is gorgeous; there is a nice clearing and it is in the shade. I thought we could start our sex-o-rama at that spot." "You mean do it out in the open?" "Why not? Who is going to see us, except may be a few squirrels and birds?" Greg had not thought of doing it outdoors, but the idea certainly had merit. "Well, maybe I am not that tired after all. A short walk with passionate sex at the end of it may be just what we both of us need." "That's the spirit. I knew you will agree. I will get a sheet to lay down on the ground and we will be off." "Let me at least get a beer before we start." "There is no beer, Greg. I already asked Helen. Since we are camping out in the open, daddy had to supply us with just about everything and there was no room for drinks of any kind. The only kind of beer you will get is Mother Nature's own beer." she said, indicating the lake. Greg was still wearing trousers. "Would you like to change into shorts before we start?" Diane said as she changed into shorts, folded her skirt and put it in her suitcase. "I suppose so." Greg changed into shorts and following Diane, also put the trousers back in his suitcase. "Perfect." Diane thought to herself. Diane put the sheet in a bag and handed it to Greg. "Here, you carry it." As Greg held the bag, he winced with pain, but did not say anything. Diane, however, noticed his pained expression and asked him "What's the matter, Greg? Do your arms hurt?" "Well, yes. A bit." Greg answered, embarrassed. "It's all right. Rowing is hard work. When I did it the first time, my arms were sore as well. Here, let me carry the bag for you." she said, taking the bag from him. "You save your energy for when we reach the clearing." She said with a wink. Poor Greg, he had never been so humiliated in his life. However, he started following Diane down the trail. They were off. The path soon became difficult and started going uphill. In several places there was a steep climb. Greg found it hard going and several times Diane had to give him a hand, thus enforcing the feeling of inadequacy and inferiority on his part. They were climbing through dense forest. The path was wide enough for only one person, Diane leading the way. He could see her strong, muscular legs and tight, gorgeous ass sway from side to side and he wanted her badly. He had an uncontrollable hard on. Soon he will be able to have her. After forty minutes of hard slog, Greg was totally tired. He finally asked Diane "Well, where is the clearing? You said it was twenty minutes walk from the shore." "It is twenty minutes walk by my pace. You are walking way too slow. Anyway, we are almost there. There is a steep climb here. Here, let me give you a hand." After a few minutes of walking, to his relief, he heard Diane say "Oh, here it is." As Greg climbed the last bit, he joined Diane in the clearing. There was indeed a breathtaking view of the valley on one side. It was a fairly small clearing, with part of it being in the shade. Greg tried to take Diane in his arms, but Diane moved away from him. "Soon, darling, soon. I have to go pee. I see you are all ready." she said, noticing his hard on. "Why don't you spread the sheet in the shade over there. I will be right back." She went into the trees, leaving Greg in the clearing. She did not have to look hard for the box that Helen had left in the trees. She unlocked the box with her key and lifted the basket inside it. She opened the basket and smiled when she saw the live snake with multi colored bands. She hoped Helen remembered to feed it. She carried the basket close to the clearing. Then she picked up the snake (one hand just behind his head and the other near his tail) and heaved it into the clearing, in the sun, so that it landed facing Greg. "Now the fun begins." She said to herself. Greg was oblivious to all this. He had just spread the sheet on the ground in the shade and was putting the bag away when he saw the snake. He looked up and saw this multicolored snake charge towards him. Now, many individuals have an irrational, pathological fear of snakes (totally unjustified, of course, but there it is). He saw the snake had yellow, black and red bands and he was charging furiously towards him. If Greg had known his snakes, he would have realized that this was not the dreaded coral snake. The bands of the coral snakes go yellow-black- yellow-red-yellow-black-yellow- red and so on. This was a scarlet king snake and his bands went black-yellow-black-red-black-yellow-black-red and so on. The scarlet king snake is a perfectly harmless snake, who achieves some degree of protection from the predators by imitating his deadly cousin, the coral snake. Mother nature is full of examples of mimicry like this. The poor fellow was probably as scared as Greg, since he was yanked out of his comfortable home in the basket and thrown into the sunlight. He was not charging towards Greg, but was rushing towards the shade, where he could disappear into the dark and comforting bushes. However, his more developed human cousin did not know any of this. He saw that this coral snake was charging towards him, presumably with the aim of biting him. He tried to run into the trees. However, he tripped on a tree root and fell down screaming. As the snake crawled into the shade, he came into contact with his bare left leg (he was wearing shorts). The snake slithered over his left leg and disappeared into the bushes. The moment the snake started crawling over his leg, Greg wet himself. As the snake scurried into the bushes, Diane was waiting for him. She calmly picked up the snake, put him into the basket, put the basket in the box and came back into the clearing. She still had some use for the snake and she will pick it up later. "Why, what's the matter, Greg? She exclaimed when she saw him. By now Greg had managed to sit down. Diane folded the sheet and put it back into the bag. Greg was terrified. He was shaking all over and speechless with terror. "Well, cat got your tongue?" she asked him. "B-b-big, c-c-coral s-s-s-s" "What are you saying? Did you see a coral snake?" "Y-y-yes, I d-d-did. It was h-h-huge. It almost b-b-bit me." Diane smiled to herself at these pack of lies. He was trying to justify his terror to himself and trying to save face with her. "Oh, I see him there in the bushes." she said as she ran into the bushes. She returned in a couple of minutes, giving Greg a chance to catch his breathe. When she returned, Greg was sitting on the ground, holding his head in his hands. He was literally shaking with fear. She sat on a rock, so that her head was at higher level than his. She took him in her arms and cradled him to her ample breasts. "There, there, sweetie. Don't be afraid. I have taken care of the nasty snake." "Did, did you kill him?" Greg asked hopefully, looking up at her. By now he had somewhat recovered. "Kill him? Certainly not. Snake is as much the creature of mother nature as you and I. He has he same right to live. I took him a distance away and let him loose in the bushes. He won't bother us any more. " She looked down at him. "You are all soaked." She sniffed. "That is not all sweat, is it?" He looked down and shook his head. She let go of him and stood up. "Well, you can't walk the rest of the way like this. You will have to remove your clothes." "But what will I wear?" "Hmm, let us see. I could put a diaper on you. That is the only thing I can think of." "What? Do you have a diaper with you?" Some of the old Greg was now returning. "See that tree with big leaves? Those trees are everywhere. I could prepare a makeshift diaper with several of those leaves and some scotch tape. I have scotch tape in my purse." "No, thank you. I prefer to walk with piss-soaked clothes. It may be deeply embarrassing, but it is better than wearing a diaper." Diane shrugged. "Well, suit yourself." Again they started walking, Diane leading the way. Although he put a brave face before Diane, Greg was mortified with shame and embarrassment. His erection, of course, had disappeared a long time ago. Neither he nor Diane mentioned the original purpose for which they had come to the clearing. Now all Greg wanted to do was to go back to the camp and wash up. The smell of urine emanating from his body was becoming unbearable to himself. For a moment, he wished he had accepted Diane's offer to diaper him. Soon they encountered black flies. The black flies seemed to gather more around Greg. "They are attracted to the smell of urine. Just wave them away. They seem fairly harmless, for now." Diane said to him. As they were walking, Diane was looking this way and that, trying to see if she could further humiliate Greg in any other way. She just wanted to scare the shit out of him by using the snake. Greg wetting his pants had come as a bonus. This episode had shaken him. However, it will take several episodes of humiliation to break his spirit. She still had several days to make things interesting for Greg. The old Greg was slowly returning. If only she could strike again while the iron was hot. She decided to keep her eyes open. Soon they came to a large clearing. As Diane emerged into the clearing, she froze in her tracks. At the other end of the clearing, near the bushes, was a black bear. As Greg joined her, she whispered to him "We are in trouble. The bear has not seen us. Let us sneak back. No, too late." As she was speaking, the bear spotted them. Greg almost peed in his pants again. To him, the bear looked huge (it was average sized, but Greg had never seen a bear before). It wouldn't do to run now. The bear may give chase and a bear can run much faster than humans can. She broke off two large branches from a nearby tree and gave one to Greg. The bear was still staring at them, unsure what to do. He gave an experimental growl. Greg was already sick to the pit of his stomach. While fear of snakes is insubstantial, fear of a bear is very real. He had occasionally seen on TV news reports of attacks by bears. He was wondering if the bear would attack and he, of course, didn't have a clue as to how to deal with the attack. When he heard (what to him was) the bloodcurdling growl, he could feel urine escape his penis. He tried to hold it in, but a little bit of it escaped into his clothes. He was able to hold most of it in. "Now, do as I do. Don't ask any dumb questions." Diane hissed. She took the branch in one hand, linked the other hand with Greg and raised both her hands. Greg looked at her and did the same. Then yelling "MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB" at the top of her voice, she started advancing very slowly towards the bear. Greg was astonished by this behavior. However, this was not the time to ask questions. He joined in the singing, yelling at the top of his voice. Diane knew only four lines. Mary had a little lamb Its fleece was white as snow And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go. Then she started from the first line again. The bear was beginning to get uneasy. He had never seen a beast like this before, one with four legs, three arms and two heads. Judging from the amount of noise it was making, it must be a ferocious beast and a formidable adversary. Two of its limbs seem to be pointed at him, in a threatening gesture. He stood undecided for a minute. The monster was still advancing. Finally, the bear decided he was better off somewhere else and ran off in the opposite direction. Diane continued singing for another two minutes and then stopped. Greg looked at her with new found respect and awe. "How, how did you know what to do?" "Oh, that. Well, I have had an encounter with a bear before. But we had our share of luck." She decided not to tell him the truth. She may be able to use the truth against him at a future stage. "You see, Greg, the bear is naturally an aggressive animal. If in doubt, it will attack first and think later. Our only chance was to convince him that we are bigger than him. Otherwise he would have torn us into pieces. We were lucky in addition to me being skillful." She did not mention to him that she also carried a loaded gun in her purse, for an emergency. "Well, you certainly know the wilderness. I do feel safe with you about." Now Diane saw her chance. "You do know what attracted the bear, don't you?" "No, I don't. What was it?" "Why, the smell of your urine, of course." "What?" "You see that is how a bear marks its territory. He urinates on tree stumps, tree trunks, bushes, anything that happens to be handy. That tells other bears that it is his territory and they stay away from it. The bear was probably half a kilometer away, minding his own business. However, a bear has a very strong sense of smell. It probably got a whiff of your urine and came to investigate whether you are any competition to him.' "And you saved my life. Thank you, Diane. I will never forget this." "Next time we may not be so lucky. Most of the bear human encounters end with serious injury to humans. Now will you please let me put the diaper on you? We don't want the bear coming back, do we?" "Oh, all right, I guess." He was still reluctant. "Don't be that way, Greg. It is for your own good. Actually for the good of both of us. Now that we know that a bear is in the vicinity, we should take all the possible precautions." After they walked a little more, they came to a small clearing. The ground was a bit uneven. However, there was enough space to lay down the sheet and there were two of the trees with big leaves nearby. "I think this spot will do." Diane said as she lay down the sheet. "Now, remove all your clothes. And to hell with false modesty." He stripped naked. In the meantime, Diane picked several of the large leaves and taped them together to prepare a makeshift diaper. He lay down on the sheet and Diane slipped the diaper underneath him. "Oh, my god, did you pee in your trousers again?" "Well, just a little." By now Greg had gone beyond embarrassment. "Peeing just a little is like being just a little pregnant." Diane said cruelly. "I better use some of my hand cream as lubricant." she said, rubbing hand cream over his penis area. As she was doing this, he could not help but think that this was all wrong. Diane was supposed to lay down on the sheet, not him. As Diane rubbed hand cream on his penis, he started getting an erection. However, Diane slapped his penis. "Now, none of that." she said to him. "I do not want to have sex with a piss-boy. You peed uncontrollably twice today, both times out of fright. Do not even think of having sex with me, ever again." "Y-you did p-promise me a fuck, re-remember?" "Well, we will talk about it later, when you are not reeking of piss." Soon she was finished applying the hand cream. "I think I better spray some of my perfume on your penis. That will mask the smell of urine until we get back." She had bought a bottle of cheap perfume for just such an eventuality. However, to Greg she said, "I hope you realize how much it is costing me. This perfume does not come cheap, you know." "Yes, I know, Diane. And believe me, I am grateful." Soon she finished diapering him. "You can't carry your clothes with you. That will defeat the whole purpose of diapering you. We will have to leave your clothes here. The reek of urine may well bring back our unwelcome visitor." "What do we do with my clothes then?" "I will put them under a tree, and cover them with rocks. The smell will be almost gone in a few days and we can pick up the clothes the day before we leave. Now stay here and stay out of trouble. I will be back in a few minutes." "Please don't leave me, Diane. What if the bear comes back?" "Oh, don't be such a baby. I will be right back." Greg was still under shock from the encounter with the bear. He was shaking with fear. Diane finished hiding his clothes quickly. She could see him from the bushes, cowering in abject terror, wearing nothing but a makeshift diaper of green leaves. "Perfect angle." she thought as she took pictures with her digital camera. She also took one minute of video footage. The whole thing could be transferred to her computer later on. When she returned, they were off again, Diane leading the way and Greg following in his makeshift diaper. They stopped once more. Greg's diaper needed repairs. She picked a couple more leaves and fixed his diaper. Then she went into the bushes supposedly to pee. She again took his pictures and video footage. By the time they returned to the shore, Greg was hurting all over. All he wanted to do was rest. However, Diane would have none of that. "We still have about three hours of daylight left. We have to set up the tent, and unpack as much stuff as we can before it gets dark. We can unpack what is left tomorrow. We still have to make dinner. There is no time to rest. Let us get to work." They worked for a while, unpacking a few boxes. They found two tents, sleeping bags and a double air mattress. Diane was working twice as fast as Greg and she unpacked a lot more that Greg did. After a while, Greg had enough. He just quit and sat down on the ground. "I am really, really tired, Diane. Can't we please rest for a while?" "Oh, stop your whining, Greg. Look at it this way. you will be able to sleep well tonight. I know a way of getting rid of some of the tiredness. Let us both take baths before we get back to work. You in your kiddy pool and I will swim a few laps in the lake. Mind you don't get into trouble now. Here is soap for you." She produced two bars of soap which she had found in one of the boxes, and handed one to him. She stripped naked in front of him and jumped into the lake. Normally the sight of her gorgeous naked body would have given Greg instant hard on. But he was too tired to care. He bathed in the still pool cautiously. The cool water felt good on his hot, tired body. He was surprised how refreshed he felt at the end of the bath. In the meantime, Diane had completed several laps and she was toweling herself dry as he emerged from the pool. "Thanks for the idea, Diane. I feel much better." "You have a lot to learn about outdoors, Greg. Cold water is great for getting rid of tiredness. Much more so than hot water." "Let's get dressed and get to work." Greg opened his suitcase and took out a pair of shorts. As he was about to put them on, Diane said, "Wait a minute Greg." Greg looked at her with a question mark. "There is a bit of good news. One of the boxes dad sent is full of adult diapers. My dad is incontinent and he uses diapers. One of his diaper boxes must have got mixed up with our stuff. Anyway, what this means is that you won't have to wear leaves any more, but will be able to use proper diapers." She spread a sheet on the ground. "Now if you will just lie down, we will get on with it." Greg looked at her astounded. "But why should I wear diapers now? Diane was exasperated, "Oh Greg, use your brains for a change. We know the bear is on the loose. You have already peed twice in your clothes. If the bear visits our campsite at night and you pee after hearing him growl, he is certain to enter our tent and rip it apart. Do you want to take the risk? Even if you do, I don't." "Do you think the bear may visit us at night?" "I think it is quite likely. After all this is his home. We are the intruders here. He may well come to check us out. Don't worry. We will take all the possible precautions. And putting you in diapers is one of them." "Do you mean to say I have to wear diapers 24/7?" "Of course not. You don't have to do your business in diapers. You may remove it when you have to pee and put it back on when you are done. The idea is not to turn you into a baby, but to take reasonable precautions against the bear." Whenever Diane said something, Greg was never quite sure whether she was telling the truth or whether she was setting him up. However, in this instance she appeared to make sense. "Oh, all right. I guess I could live with that." "And daddy has also sent baby powder, baby oil, the whole thing. Now we can diaper you properly." Soon Diane had diapered him. As he started putting on his shorts, Diane said to him "Greg, may I make a suggestion?" "Well, yes." "You may wish to leave out the shorts. The diaper is quite thick and the day is still warm. With shorts on, you will sweat much more. There are just the two of us here. Since I myself put the diaper on you, you cannot possibly be embarrassed to waddle around in diaper in front of me. You just will be more comfortable without any clothes." "I suppose you are right." "Good. Now let us get to work." Her daddy had provided two tents. "We will use one for sleeping and one to store supplies." Under her expert supervision, the two of them set up the tents and inflated the air mattress. For their tent Diane chose a spot a distance away from water. She also kept a good bit of distance between their tent and the supply tent. Then Diane said "It is getting late. We better finish the rest of the unpacking tomorrow. Let us fix dinner. I have looked through all the boxes briefly and I know which boxes contain food." "It is only seven o'clock. The daylight should be around for at least two more hours." "True, but we need at least one hour of daylight after dinner to tidy up. Then we go to bed at sundown." They lit fire and cooked dinner. After dinner they lingered a while over the coffee, just relaxing and talking. Then Diane said "Now to tidy up. First we have to bury the garbage. We don't have any plastic garbage today. But if we did, we would wash it thoroughly with water and take it with us when we go back to civilization. Anything else, egg shells, fruit peels etc. we bury in a deep hole." They went a fair bit away from their tent and buried the garbage in a deep hole. As they were coming back, Diane said "Now for the food. Remember our friend, the bear? Well, he may pay us a visit looking for food. So it wouldn't do to leave our food lying about. Bears are always hungry. The single most reason they visit campsites is that people carelessly leave food lying around and bears can smell food from a long distance away." "Then what do we do with the food?" "We put all the food in a container and hang it high between two trees, so that the bear cannot get at it. Here, help me pack everything in the container daddy has sent. God bless daddy. He has thought of everything." As they were packing, Greg said to her "Why are you packing canned goods and dried food packets? Surely even a bear cannot smell food in an unopened can?" "Have you heard of Yosemite National Park in California?" "Yes, I have never been there, but I have heard of it." "There the bears have learned to recognize the food cans. They cannot read, of course. But when they see a food can, from its general appearance they can make out there is food in it. They will attack it and at the very least mangle it. Bears are highly intelligent animals. Now our friend here has not been exposed to people that much, so I doubt if he can recognize a food can or a dried food packet, but I don't want to take any chances. If we had plastic garbage, I would put that also in the container, after washing it thoroughly with soap and water." They rigged up the pulley system, Greg working under Diane's supervision. It involved climbing both the trees. Greg was dead tired and sore all over and of course could not climb the trees. Diane had to do it. By the time they had finished hanging up the food, it was beginning to get dark. "Let's stop now. We will finish unpacking tomorrow. We can leave the cartons as they are. Except our suitcases. They should be protected in the case of rain. The cartons are waterproof. Why don't you put our suitcases in the supply tent." By the time Greg returned, he was feeling pretty good (notwithstanding his diaper), though extremely tired. After he got ready for bed, he asked Diane "How about we get it on tonight? After all, you promised." "So I did." Diane said with a smile. She had this picture of him waddling about in his diaper the whole evening. "Tell you what. Don't remove your diaper just yet, but just get into the bed. I have to brush my teeth, take care of a couple of minor things and then I will join you." "Well, get ready for the ride of a lifetime." Greg boasted as he gave a gigantic yawn. "See you in a few minutes, lover." Diane replied. Greg entered their tent. He had never been this tired in his life. As soon as he lay down on the air mattress, he was fast asleep. As Greg walked towards their tent, Diane brushed her teeth and washed up at the lake. Then she removed her bra and put on a nursing bra. The nursing bra was the brainchild of Helen. "If he is scared out of his wits and you can get him to nurse on your breasts, a nursing bra will make him feel like a baby. He will start regarding you as a mother figure, an authority figure, someone much superior to him. It is great for breaking his spirit." One more thing to do and she can join the lover boy in the tent. She walked over to the supply tent. She opened the lids of both the suitcases and left them open. From Greg's trouser pocket, she retrieved the two Three Musketeer bars. As she had hoped, Greg had forgotten all about them. She partially opened them and put them on the ground, besides the suitcases. She came out of the tent and left the tent flap undone. She opened the can of chicken broth she had brought with her and poured its contents all over the roof and the walls of the supply tent. "I hope after all these preparations you do pay us a visit, Mr. Bear" she said. As Diane entered their tent, she saw that Greg was fast asleep, just as she had expected. "Well, thanks for a wild ride, big guy." she said as she kissed him on the forehead. He was dead to the world. She made sure she had the loaded gun next to her. Then she lay down besides him and soon she was also fast asleep. Day 2. Greg woke up in the middle of the night. It was pitch black in the tent. He found that Diane was fast asleep next to him, snoring softly. He wondered what had woke him up. Then he heard the noises outside. They had been going on for a while, but he was so tired that it took him a while to wake up. Suddenly he heard a throaty growl and he became very scared. The growl awakened Diane. She turned to him and whispered "Well it is the pesky bear again." Again there was a louder growl. Greg clung to Diane like a frightened child. "I am scared, Diane." She held him to her breasts. "There, there, sweetie. Don't be scared. Diane won't let the nasty bear get to you. Just lay down quietly and the bear will go away." He remembered what Diane had told him. Most human bear encounters end with serious injury to humans. He felt panic rising within him. He started to sob into her large breasts. "Please don't cry, honey. If the bear hears you he will most certainly visit our tent. He is probably trashing the supply tent, though I don't know why." She whispered in his ear. This frightened him even more and he wet his diaper copiously. Diane guessed what was happening. She inserted her hand inside his diaper and felt the stream on her hand. She smiled to herself and kissed him on the forehead. Greg knew that Diane knew what was happening and it added to his humiliation. With effort, he was able to reduce his sobbing to sniffling. "That is better, honey. But you must be totally quiet. Bears have an acute sense of hearing." she whispered into his ear. "We better do something about your sniveling." She removed her hand from his diaper and wiped it on the outside of his diaper. She undid the clasp on her nursing bra, exposing one breast. Greg, of course, could not see anything in the total darkness. She held her large breast in one hand and with the other hand, guided his face to her large, brown tit. His lips closed around her tit and he started sucking vigorously. He could feel the clasp of her nursing bra brushing his cheek. "That's a good boy. You suck all you want, honey. That way you won't cry and the nasty Mr. Bear won't hear you." Greg felt very secure and protected as he lay in Diane's arms, suckling on her breast. He knew she wouldn't let anything happen to him. He did not know exactly what she would do if the bear entered their tent, but by now he had developed a child like faith in her abilities. He clung to her tightly and started sucking harder. Diane rubbed his cheek with the clasp of her nursing bra and kissed him lightly on his forehead. The noises subsided gradually and soon both of them fell asleep again, with Greg nursing on her breast. When Greg woke up, daylight was streaming through the tent walls. He still had Diane's nipple in his mouth. Diane was also awake, looking down at him lovingly. She kissed him on the forehead and said "Let us go and see how much damage the bear has done, shall we?" He winced as he got an awful whiff of her morning breath. When she mentioned the bear, it brought back the events of the night. He clung to her tightly and said "Do we have to? Let us just lie here for a while." "Oh, don't worry, dear. The bear must have left hours ago." As they were walking towards the supply tent, Diane said "I just don't understand it. I thought I had taken every precaution. We put all the food up in the trees. What could have attracted the bear?" To Diane, the bear was a godsend. The original plan was to simulate the bear attack. She was going to trash the supply tent in the middle of the night, confident that Greg would be too exhausted to wake up. However, a real bear attack would look more convincing than a simulated one. Just one thing she wanted to be sure of. She had got up at dawn, visited the supply tent and had found there what she was looking for. She had left everything as it was and gone back to sleep. Soon they reached the tent and started to look around. "What is that awful smell?" It was, of course, the smell of stale chicken broth. "Oh, that must be the bear urine." Diane replied. The bear had completely trashed the tent. Pieces of tent fabric were everywhere. Both the suitcases had been shredded and all their clothes were torn to bits. "Just as well we did not put any of the boxes in the tent." Diane said. After a couple of minutes, she cried out "Oh, this explains the attack. Here is the culprit." Greg hurried over to her side. She was holding a piece of the candy wrapper in her hand. "Does this look familiar, Greg?" Greg's heart sank as he saw the piece of paper. "Oh, I forgot all about the candy bars. I am sorry, Diane. I really am." Diane was angry. "Really, are you stupid or what? After my repeated warnings about leaving food lying around, you still left candy bars in your trousers? I know you are a novice then it comes to outdoors, but that does not mean that you have to check your brain at the door." "What can I say, Diane? I goofed. I completely forgot about the candy bars. What can I do to make it up to you? Just name it and I will do it" "Well, all our clothes are gone. You at least have your diapers. But all I have is what I am wearing." "But I don't want to spend the rest of the vacation in diapers." "Well do you know how to make clothes from tree bark? Even I don't have that skill. What are you complaining about anyway? At least you get to change clothes. If I want a change of clothes, I have to get naked and wash what I am wearing. Then it will take several hours to dry it. No, guilty as you are, you still have the better of the bargain." "This vacation totally sucks. I wish I had accepted your suggestion of checking into the motel and returning to city the next day." "Tell me about it. Well, what is done is done. There is no point in crying over spilt milk, or torn clothes in this case. Let us wash up, make breakfast and finish the unpacking. But first, let me change your diaper. I know you are soaked." She said with a knowing smile. Greg remembered the previous night and turned red with shame. However, he lay still as Diane dried him, applied baby oil, and powdered and diapered him. He did not even put up a token resistance this time. He had wet himself several times so far and Diane had managed to convince him that the only way to keep the bear at bay was to prevent the smell of urine from reaching him. By the time they had washed up and finished a breakfast of pancakes and sausages, both of them felt better. "Let us get on with unpacking then." Diane said. There were still several boxes left. As Diane opened the second box, she exclaimed "Oh, joy. Oh, joy. Our problem is solved. Look what this box contains." The box contained mainly female clothes. There were two shorts, several blouses, a couple of sweatshirts and three skirts and a pair of women's jeans. All the blouses were very frilly and feminine looking. "Daddy is truly a king among men. There are enough clothes here for both of us." Her imaginary daddy was certainly coming in very handy. "Great. I will take the shorts. They are not very feminine. And the sweatshirts. Perhaps the jeans. You will look good in skirts and frilly blouses." "The hell I will. When I am outdoors I prefer to be comfortable rather than look good. And anyway, I never wear such frilly clothes. I don't know why daddy sent these. I guess he still thinks I am his sweet, innocent little girl. Or maybe he just wishes I would start wearing frilly clothes. Have you ever seen me in frilly clothes like these?" "Well, no. But these are not work clothes, more like party clothes. We have never met socially before so I wouldn't know." "Well, take my word for it. I never wear clothes like these. It is just one of dad's fantasies. No, it is shorts and sweatshirts for me. You are welcome to borrow the skirts and blouses." "Have a heart, Diane. I would look ridiculous in skirt and blouse." "Well, you are hardly in a position to argue. It was your fault that we lost all our clothes. This is the least you can do to make up for your mistake. No, it is skirt and blouse for you for the rest of the vacation." "Well, I don't know. I may prefer to go without clothes rather than wear female clothes." "And spend the rest of the vacation in just diapers. Yeah, that is much more dignified. Well, suit yourself. But you forget the black flies. Once those little minxes become horny, they start biting anything in sight, right and left." "Minxes? Horny? What are you talking about? The black flies we saw yesterday were totally harmless." "Greg, mosquitoes, black flies and similar insects do not bite for food, but for reproduction. The females lack a certain chemical necessary in the production of the egg shell. They can get that chemical only through hemoglobin from the blood. That is why they bite. The males do not bite at all. The females bite only when they are in heat. Mosquitoes are, of course, in heat all the time. Black flies come in heat in early August. I was surprised that they did not bite yesterday. But they will start biting any day now. If we go anywhere in the woods and you are attacked by black flies, it won't be a pretty site. A bite from a black fly is quite painful and leads to considerable amount of swelling. If I were you, I would wear any clothes I can get my hands on." Greg looked at Diane. Was she telling the complete truth, half truth or a total lie? He had no way of knowing. He wished (not for the last time) that he knew more about outdoors. He shrugged. It wasn't worth the risk. "All right. If you say so." "I think you are doing the right thing. Just a while ago you were complaining that you did not want to spend the rest of the vacation in diapers. Any clothes are better than no clothes at all. Besides, when Helen comes to pick us up, would you rather face her in diapers or in skirt and blouse?" "And those are my only choices?" "I am