You didn't close it tight enough, did you." No, I thought it was enough to just hang the flap over. The sun was shining! I didn't count on that... tha...t... hum, stream being that slippery. It looked as if it was sand all over the bottom." It was." No it wasn't. Not were I trod anyway." OK, lets get our clothes up and dry them and while you do that I think I've better get the tent up, we might as well stay here for the night. We aren't going anywhere particularly so..." Oh, OK."We busied. “I guess that explains your record collection. And the stereo.”“McIntosh,” Trip corrected.“Couillon,” Luke said again. Then he grinned at me sidelong.“What’s your dad do, Paul?” Trip asked, ignoring Luke’s barb.“He’s an airline pilot,” I said. “He flies 727s.”“Oh, that reminds me of this great joke,” Luke said.Trip rolled his eyes, but grinned nonetheless.“Okay,” Luke said, slipping into a thick Cajun accent, “Boudreaux and Thibodeaux, they buy t’is airplane and start they own airline.”Trip and. Smokin hot with your tan body, and perfect curves. Your tit's shiny in the bright sunlight, not caring who's watching, or taking pictures. It turns me on so much to know that you're mine, and I can't wait to spend the evening with you! After dinner with everyone we look for a quiet cove to anchor in to spend the night. Finally finding a somewhat secluded place we park, and jump in the water. Continuing our playful touching and kissing from earlier in the day. I tell you over, and over how. I stopped at the door and looked back at her pale skin in the dim light that came from the bathroom. Her breasts were still covered in her thin camisole, her nipples erect. Her legs were closed but even in the dim light her red pubic hair seemed to blaze. She looked sadder than I'd ever seen her. I forced the images from my head and closed the door behind me. I slept poorly that night on the couch, thinking about her constantly. How hard it would be to see her everyday, pretend I didn't feel.