“I thought it might be fun, I was thinking about it the whole time I was paddling,” I answered, emphasizing the word ‘paddling’.“And it woul...dn’t be weird?” she questioned as she drew closer to me.“Not at all, we’re friends,” I replied with a mischievous smile.“Okay then,” she said, approaching me as if I meant she could spank me right now.“Not here though, let’s wait until we get back to your aunt’s cabin. My canoe has a wooden seat and that’ll be a long trip back,” I mentioned to stow any. He certainly rationalized that he wasn't hurting anyone, in fact he was fulfilling many of their fantasies. But deep down, well, not really that deep at all, he knew that what he was doing was violating these girls' privacy and using that knowledge to take advantage of it. So he sort of figured that these good deeds that he did made up for he otherwise questionable behavior.While most of the people he helped were pretty simple fixes, there were two people he came across that were in much worse. He threw her top into the fireplace, and Ethel watched helplessly as it started to burn.She had not bothered to wear anything underneath, and the same went for her shorts, as Stanley realized when he tugged at the waist button of the material that kept her crotch from coming into view. Ethel regained enough control over her senses to try and kick back, but Stanley placed a leg behind hers, and pushed her down. Ethel landed with a thump, realizing that her butt was already bare, with the shorts. " His first thought was that some animal was sniffing around outside, and had made a noise that woke him up. Then it registered in his brain that it wasn't as dark as he thought it should be. There were windows in the camper, but the one in the cab-over "bedroom" where he was sleeping was small and covered with a thick curtain. Some instinct told him it wasn't morning yet, but there was dim light coming into his sleeping area from outside.His next thought was that Sam had remembered the night.