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She envied him his beer. It was thirsty work being out in the sun, and she was sweating away her liquids. But she would rather go thirsty then drink urine, and he would make her do that soon enough anyway. But he didn't. When the pot was full, she went and pulled the last beer out of the stream for him. On returning, she thought she had better offer to drink his piss. "No thanks, I went while you were gone.
"Unless you 're thirsty." He added, "I might find some more." She was, but not that thirsty. She'd wait. He told her to jump rope. Jump rope in the hot sun, in bare feet on rock, her swollen breasts flopping wildly, painfully, as he lounged with his beer in the shade. She had to recite al those stupid skipping poems while she did it. "Hey, we should get you to sing some campfire songs for us, tonight." he mused.