You’re home, in bed, reading some medical journal that’s always so boring to me. You grin your lovely grin at me, and despite my exhaustion I leap... onto the bed and kiss you. You’re as naked as I am. I can smell that you showered, your body wash my favorite scent in the world, fresh on your skin. “How did it go today?” You ask me as I get comfortable on my stomach, putting a pillow under my hips (the only way I can sleep) and face the door. “It was horrible. I don’t know why she thinks she’s. We tease ourselves, it's almost like torture, until we finally get our moment. I walk in trying to contain my eagerness and excitement knowing full well what to expect. We both know what this is, and we take it as such. As always you are dressed in a way that immediately makes my blood turn hot as my pants start feeling just a little bit tighter. Sometimes it's a semi revealing cocktail dress with heels, maybe something more simple like short shorts and a tank top. Sometimes it can be something. Her bladder was weaker than average. One time, after being away from the cabin all day, Ashley told a joke that made Keri laugh so hard she peed herself. Another time, her and Gina had just gotten out of the lake and were walking around the beach. She had to go so bad, and by the time they were halfway around the lake, she was soaking her bikini bottoms. But now, Keri had reached the clearing, and all thought left her mind. Mike was standing there in a cut off tee shirt and mesh shorts. After. Because it certainly wasn't Frank's fault that he felt so out of sorts. He'd been uprooted, and now more than ever, he was feeling it. Between his mom working and having to help out around the house, making new friends, building a new life--it had all become a difficult task. A lonely task, since he hadn't even heard back from any of the friends he'd written to, another thing that Frank resented. At the moment, besides his mom and his sister, Frank truly felt that Oliver was his only friend,.