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Lake Lanier
August 1, 2015
Summer training camp was in full swing. The football players had reported to their camp in Northeast Georgia near Lake Lanier, three weeks earlier. My job was pretty much nonstop during the days, but Kristen and I had coordinated it so that we got our days off together. The team had put us up in a hotel near the facility, but she had insisted on renting a lake house, so we could actually enjoy ourselves.
Anyone else was welcome to crash at the place, which made it a rotating party house full of staff sunbathing in the August rays. Kristen knew everyone. Though some of the people were there for the training facility, many of them had driven up from Atlanta to partake.
I was in a tiny black bikini, my hair in a messy bun, with a beer in my hand as I pet my
