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I.
Cammy Gonzalez was born in L.A.,
a child of sun and surf, you could say.
She never had that much skill with the books,
but had been blessed with abundant good looks.

Like many women with looks that men crave
she turned to acting to earn some good pay,
and while many such girls fail miserably,
Cammy had some talent, made some money.

Three years in she got cast in her first film,
a small supporting part, but it payed the bills.
The shooting was done way up in the north,
in south Alaska, she'd not been there before.

It was remote, near the town of Sterling,
and on Skilak Lake some scenes were filming,
but the director was not much for 'the bush,'
so for some help from the locals he looked.

He found a nearby man who lived of the grid,
only twenty-two, practically a kid,
made Cammy wondered why he lived out here,
was only younger than her by a year.

She would go mad living out in the woods,
no nightlife, no people, didn't seem good.
He was named Norm Jansen, a 'mountain' man,
one of those types who still 'lived off the land.'

But he was a looker, this snowbilly,
even used as an extra, for all to see,
she couldn't help but steal glances at him,
was on set for all the scenes he was in.

Though mostly he helped the crews get around,
prevented their boats from running aground,
kept them from where the grizzlies liked to roam,
before long it was near time to go home.

Now Cammy was known to follow impulse,
and to get was this man was her lustful hope.
Nothing serious, no, just some sexy fun,
she had to move before shooting was done.

So one night when most were heading for the inn
she brought a bottle of champagne up to him,
said, "There's little fun up here for a girl.
What say you show me what it's like in your world?”

Norm was no fool, but he was twenty-two,
and knew exactly what she wanted to do.
He said, "Well Cammy, if you want to 'rough it,'
I can help you out, but you must walk a bit."

She gave a grin, and the two were then off,
following a trail, winding amidst rocks
that lead to a clearing set back from the lake,
a two-mile hike, she would estimate.

There was his cabin, rough-hewn and hand-built,
surrounded by gardens that ran up the hill,
it was near sunset when they both got there,
so Norm lit several oil lamps with care.

Inside he stoked a fire, casting a glow,
then said,”I never much liked champagne, you know.”
She just smirked. “Well, I guess we'll just screw then.
But I warn you, I expect much from my men...”

CONTINUES IN PART II.
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