Chapter 2: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men

When the pretty young girl in the shorts and bikini top was level with the vehicle she reached up and banged on the fibreglass canoe strapped to the roof-rack making the car stop very suddenly. She then leaned in the window and kissed Keith hard on the cheek and said, “Hey ... were you gonna go off without saying goodbye to your favourite sister? Naughty! Naughty!”

Keith laughed again and gave a little groan but said, “Sorry, sis. I didn’t know when you were getting back from Geena’s place and ... well ... I do really need to go ... or I will miss Andrew then I will have no one to take my car down to Port Waikato. That means I will have no way of getting back home unless someone here is prepared to drive all the way over there to get me and my stuff. OK, Debs!”

Keith Poata then gave the fifteen year old Debra Poata a kiss on her nose as she pulled her head out of the car. Keith also noted with interest the wonderful cleavage his sister was sporting through her rather skimpy bikini top. That wonderful cleavage was two very lovely young, tight breasts still very much in their youthful prime and bulging nicely out the side of each bikini half.

In a last bit of fair-well playfulness Keith managed to give one of those sweet breasts a quick pat with his left hand before his sister backed away from the car.

“Nice tits, sis!” he said.

Debra Poata just laughed and said in response, “Well ... if we were nudie people like your last girlfriend was then you would be able to see these nice tits all naked all the time, Mr Sexy-boy!”

Keith shook his head and said, “Nar ... not for this guy!”

The young teenage girl then gave her youthful breasts a playful rub with her hands through her bikini top before waving to her brother reversing down the driveway. Keith waved back at his sister and his father and his mother. He blew them all a kiss then asked Debra one last question.

“ ... oh ... and hey, where’s that holiday camp you are off to? Isn’t that somewhere along the Waikato River?”

“Fucked if I know” replied Keith’s sister. “I’m just tagging along with Geena. It could be down the Amazon for all I know. She hasn’t told me much apart from it being ‘different’. I actually don’t think even she knows anything about it. But then, how ‘different’ can any old summer camp be? Her parents are the ones sending her and I’m just tagging along to keep her company. I guess I’ll let you know when I get back. Hopefully there might be some lovely, hot boys with hot arses there to keep me company too. Anyway ... see yer when you get back. Luv yer, big bro!”

“Luv yer, too, little sis. See ya in a week or two. See ya mom. See ya dad. Thanks for all the help.”

With those final words, and lots of blowing of kisses, Keith Poata headed out onto the road to pick up his friend Andrew Morton then together to head off to the bottom of the Karapiro Dam on the Waikato River. Keith was going to drop his home-made canoe into the water there with his little bundle of supplies and quietly paddle on downstream for 142 kilometers until he reached Port Waikato on the west coast of the North Island of New Zealand. His friend, Andrew Morton, was going to look after his car until it was time to head over to Port Waikato himself to pick Keith up at journey’s end. That would be about a week later ... depending on how energetically or lazily Keith Poata paddled.

Keith himself was picturing an idyllic trip down the river in the height of the balmy New Zealand summer. A trip he had been planning for months. A trip that would be quiet and peaceful. A trip where nothing could possibly go wrong and a trip where all that ‘nudie stuff’ he had just been reminded of would not play the smallest part...

... but oh ... such are the best laid plans of Mice and Men!