Anne Camping Adventures
ANNE I was chilled to the bone, swallowing too much water, and trying very hard not to drown. The man appeared as I once more popped to the surface. I caught his rope on the first throw. That was one man I was surely glad to meet. Who was the man and how did I get into such a predicament? Allow me to back up some and explain. My name is Anne, but my friends call me Annie. I'm a natural redhead with long, silky hair reaching just short of my shoulders. I'll be twenty-two on Monday. I'm a...