I opened mypurse and removed my cigarette case as Lars changed the subject towrestling. Mr. Edwards did his gentlemanly duty by offering me a lightan... I thanked him as he handed me a menu.I don't know a lot about wrestling. I had friends who were wrestlersand I knew they were always on diets, but other than that, I was prettymuch clueless. Lars, on the other hand, was clearly passionate aboutthe sport."I wrestle too," Ben spouted. "I won Big Kids State last year!" he saidproudly. "Dad's my. When we passed the k**, he bent over to pick up a box and I gave his butt a little tap. When I rounded the corner, He was squatting, staring at me with a big grin. My husband said he needed to find a few more things and find someone to get the wood. So I walked around some more alone. But found myself going straight back to the k**. We talked a little, about how hard he worked, his age (19), school, that he should take a break (lol a hint) which he said he was due one then. So I smiled at him. Subjects like, ‘did I have a girlfriend’ (no!), ‘what sports am I into’ (basketball and lacrosse!), ‘where I was from’ (all over!). Stuff like that. It was then that I noticed that Mrs. Burleson, or Karen, as she insisted I call her had shifted her position so I could see up her skirt. Typical teenage boy that I was, the sight transformed the flaccid tool in my pants into an uncomfortable lump. I tried looking away, but my gaze always returned. Especially when she moved again and I was able to. After walking another ten feet or so up a small grade the two took notice of a steaming and bubbling pool of hot water coming up out of the rocky surface. He smiled at her as she gasped, overcome by the sheer beauty and seclusion of the location. The blanket was removed from his backpack and laid out a few feet from the edge of the hot spring along with a few plates and a little bit of food to munch on after the exhausting pace to the top. He helped her to sit on the blanket and they both.