It’s not because I am too uncomfortable, but more because I just don’t ever sleep in a public place due to a phobia of mine. You may think that od..., but you will understand once you hear my reasoning. It all started during the first month of my first year in college. An article in the school news paper gave the details of a warning issued by the campus police to all students who studied late at night in the library. They had received numerous reports that some sick bastard was hanging out late. Jacob smiled but it slowly left his face as he spoke softly and noticed the tracks next pops…have you ever seen these kind of tracks so close to the cabin? pops joined the two and notice the large paw print, it was a bears. Hes a big boy&hellip,do you see how deep the prints are Maxine? It means hes heavy…he is a large bear. Maxine nodded her head understanding what he was telling her. And he just ate, a really large deer, 6 maybe 8 point rack Jacob would say and pops would turn to look at him. "Shut up or I'll cut you!" I muttered. I watched him clean up the parts he could see. I couldn't help but laugh as he tried to clean his face cut. "Here.. Let me help you." I demanded as i got up and grabbed the rag from his hands. He jerked a bit but didn't managed to hold onto it. I wasn't thinking when i sat on his lap. I felt his warm skin touch my thighs and i was back to square one! Horny and no luck. I kept quiet as i cleaned up his gash. He placed his hand on my thigh, i tried not to. But not Camille. I knew I was naïve. I knew I didn’t have his success, or experience. But I didn’t much care for Peter sucking all the magic out of the process. I wanted my first piece to be strange and special—to maybe even a hurt a little—like losing your virginity. I don’t know how exactly, but I felt it should shift, ever so slightly, something essential inside me; to change the lens on how I saw the world, and the way in which I fit into it.Alright. So maybe you’re really naïve,.