The fire was crackling. The drinks were flowing.
And Yoko? She was glowing.
Boots off, drink in hand, hips swaying to the beat of a salvaged speaker and a half-broken guitar. The mission was overβbut the real action had just begun.
One glance, one dare, one lap dance later...
Camp wasnβt sleeping tonight.
XOXO, Ashleigh
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