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Turning Theresa
(Kay Nyne)

Theresa looked at her partner as she tramped ahead holding the compass they had been given. At least she isn't fat Theresa thought as she studied quite a refined figure. Tight denim jeans accentuated the shape of the dull girl's ass, and every now and then the heavy waxed jacket she was wearing would ride up to reveal that she had a very slim waist. 

An hourglass figure Theresa decided, unlike her own, she was too tall to have those curves. Theresa was more like a runway model, not size 0 by any means, she was just shapely in a less exaggerated way, not flat chested, yet her breasts would never be considered a handful, and her ass was delicate, rounded yet certainly nowhere near booty status. 

She was a realist, she knew she probably looked sexier dressed, hers was a body that made men drool... right up to the point where she got naked and the lack of tits and defined ribs conjured images of anorexia and other eating disorders. But she didn't really care about their attitudes, she was happy with herself, she was athletic, she was fit... and so a weekend orienteering with Vivian sparked no physical fears in her, she could handle anything that the wilds of Northern England could throw her way, her only worry was the company.

"I've done this before." Vivian had snapped as she snatched the map and compass, "And I know I can map-read better than any bimbo."

"I'm just happy I'll have a man with me to protect me." Theresa had replied, revelling in her touché moment.

Vivian had glared, Theresa had smiled sweetly... and Gavin Collins seriously wondered if he'd made a wise decision as they turned and stalked away toward the brow of a hill, two whole days and nights alone ahead of them.

"It will either kill or cure." he told himself quietly, and hoped that his words would not prove to be prophetic.