" You peed on me!" Actually, that was day before yesterday." Eeeewwwwwww! How could you DO that?" I pushed away from her.She shrugged. "Well, it seeme... like a good idea at the time." She gathered me back in. "It was Elaine's idea, and you didn't seem to mind it."Thinking back to that moment, to the whole mad weekend, I had to admit I hadn't. "The devil made me do it," I grumbled. "Speaking of the devil, is M ... Is Elaine still here?" Right here," Elaine said from the doorway. "Problems?"I. .."I looked into her eyes. "So..."She looked back into mine. "Matt, I'm not going to lie to you... I kind of liked that."I was shocked. Holy fuck, this is the definition of perfect. I was about to say I had enjoyed it as well but stopped myself. It'd be creepy as fuck if I chose now to say I had a foot fetish. So, I just played along.I sighed. "I don't know why, but... I did too..."She looked back at her feet, and glanced past them at my shorts. In the moment, I'd forgotten to hide my erection.. Really…bad.’ It took her tired brain a few seconds to comprehend that he had really just made a comment about the state of her breath. Then she noticed the grin spreading across his face and grinned herself. Then she put both hands on his chest and slid them up to his shoulders until he finally looked up at her. Then she pushed him, as hard as she could, off the couch. It was the look of utter amazement on his face as he lay sprawled on the floor, still fully clothed, one leg still hooked onto. Only one person, he realised. Let them get on with whatever they’d come up here for and wait until they’d gone. No tinkling from carbine hooks, so it wasn’t a rock-climber. Sailcloth swish — a day-pack being pulled off a shoulder and dropped on the granite? Velcro buzz — feet being released from hiking boots? Rustling sounds — clothes? Yes, because now the sounds of wading and swimming. His secret swimming-hole wasn’t a secret any more — had he lost his place of refuge? Three strokes out, but.