When You're The Fish, And He Invites You To Go Fishing

This isn't funny. A friend at work invited me to go fishing. He said he had use of his uncle's fishing camp. How was I supposed to know what a 'fishing camp' was. No indoor bathroom. No electricity. No rooms.

He said he would look out the window. Thanks, I don't have anything decent, I sleep naked.

He loaned me a shirt, long enough to cover my ass. We sat out on the deck, cooler than inside. He walked me to the 'shit hole', and waited. He gave me a bottle of water to wash my face and hands and brush my teeth.

He had an air mattress, I had the floor or bundle up with him. I figured it out by morning, we weren't there to go fishing. He 'likes' a white shirt, no bra, no panties. He likes bundling up. At least there's an indoor bathroom.