Sandy and Greg sat quietly, watching flames lick the wind, and listening to the crackle of logs settling, while Tracie and Lamar fought. They had been fighting all evening, both sure the other knew nothing about camping, and trying to one-up each other in every endeavor.

"Don't hold it that way," Lamar ordered, grabbing the stick out of Tracie's hand.

"Give me that stick, or so help me you'll regret it," Tracie snapped.

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?"

Tracie didn't answer, just politely stood, picked up her pack, walked over to Lamar, swung the pack and knocked him off the log he was sitting on.

Sandy and Greg couldn't help but burst out laughing. The look on Lamar's face right before the bag hit him was priceless. Their laughter died when Lamar jumped up and rushed Tracie, only stopping when they were nose to nose.

Greg stood, but Sandy held him back. "Wait," she whispered.

Lamar fumed, face red, fists clinched. Tracie didn't back down. She stood toe to toe with the enraged man, looking him dead in the eye.

The two stood, silently staring each other down, for what seemed hours, but was only five minutes, before Lamar smiled and planted a big, wet kiss on Tracie's lips. Tracie resisted at first, but soon melted against him.

Greg and Sandy decided to give the couple some privacy when things heated up to the point of pants and moans. They had just reached the edge of the campsite when a small bundle of energy jumped out at them.

"Well, well, what have we here," the newcomer said.

"What the hell?" Lamar, who was startled by Stacy's yelp, mumbled, barely subduing a laugh at sight of the little man.

"Are you laughing at me, Grouchy?" the little man asked, a sinister look on his face.

Tracie poked Lamar in the ribs. "He seems to know you," she joked.

"Shut up!" Lamar ordered Tracie, and then turned on the intruder. "What do you want?"

"That's not any way to talk to a lady," the little man told Lamar.

"I'll talk to her any damn way I please."

"Oh, I know, and she just lets you," the man replied, shaking his finger at Tracie as if to say shame on you.

"How do you know so much about us?" Stacy asked.

"I've been watching you."

"Watching us?" Greg echoed, unease settling on the group.

"Oh yes, you are a very entertaining bunch. The most entertaining in a while."

"You watch people all the time?" Tracie asked, disgust lacing her words. "What a despicable little man."

"The name is Grenwich," the stranger stated, offering his hand to Tracie.

Tracie

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