Farts Like Gold: 17

"Naked and gorgeous," said Amber.

"Fantastic!" said Brendan. "Mind if I join you?"

Kathy poked her head around the tarp and stuck her tongue out. She held the tarp in place in front of her.

"Not unless you give us better land," said Amber.

"How about if I just give you a towel?" Brendan held out the towel to Kathy. She grabbed it with her teeth and shook it like a dog. She pulled her head back inside the changing area and flicked the towel at Amber. Amber took it and draped if over the tarp.

"Lucy," she called out, "Brendan brought your towel."

"Thanks."

"I've got your sweats as well," Brendan shouted. He sat on a stump just beside the pallet to wait for his turn in the shower. After a couple of minutes, Amber and Kathy came out from behind the tarp. Amber wore jeans, a tee shirt, and a thick polar fleece. Kathy wore a pair of big cotton parachute pants. She liked to think of them as her MC Hammer pants. She also wore three oversize hooded cotton jackets in yellow, green, and purple.

Lucy stayed in the shower and let the water warm her.

From where Brendan sat, he could make out the edge of her silhouette against the tarp wall of the shower. "You almost done in there?" he called out.

"This is the first time I've been warm all day. I'm not going anywhere." said Lucy. "You're welcome to join me, if you want."

"Oh, come on," said Brendan. "I've got work to do. Hurry up."

"I'm not moving," said Lucy. "I hope you realise this isn't a come on. But I'm still cold and the water's still warm. You can shower beside me if you want. We've seen each other naked before. It's no big deal."

Brendan shook his head. So far no one else had joined the queue for the shower. He looked down at his hands. They were caked with mud to the elbows. "Ah, fuck it." He stood up and rubbed his forearms together to knock as much of the dried mud off as he could. Then he rubbed his forearms against the legs of his jeans. He stepped out of his boots onto the pallet and stepped behind the tarp into the changing area.

"I'm coming in," he called out.

He took off his shirt and dumped it on a pile by the tent wall. He stepped on the toes of his socks one by one pulled his feet out of them and kicked them next to his shirt. Then he took off his jeans and underwear and added them to the pile.

"Last chance," he said.

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