
Back in the cabin, with the whiskey warming her from the inside out, Betty felt a sense of reckless abandon. The storm raged on, the cabin walls seeming to pulse with the beating of her heart. The men's eyes were on her, filled with a hunger that she hadn't noticed before. "Do you mind if I slip out of these cold damp clothes?" asked Betsy? "You're not afraid of a what's underneath, are you?" she said with a sly giggle.
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