I don’t know what I’m going to do!” Sarah said she had an idea and would get back to him.He hugged her when she said that she could take him. A ...riend had a small RV so they could camp on the festival grounds. It was very small but it worked. They stopped for the night about halfway there and pulled into a Walmart parking lot. Sarah went to use the store facilities first and had her nightgown on when Ted returned. She didn’t usually wear one. There was only one space in the back of the RV so. It was a small deck towards the bow that overlooked the pool area, but it seemed to be isolated and behind a chain. Only couples were being allowed beyond the chain. “I think it’s a more adult section.”“How adult?” she asked.“Only one way to find out.” I led the way to the stairs that led up to the higher deck level.We were greeted by a female attendant at the top of the stairs. “This is a private couples-only section for ladies wearing, shall we say, more extreme suits.”I smiled. “Sounds about. Its predecessor was a slow, rattly, un-airconditioned series of wooden carriages hauled by, firstly steam locomotives and then diesel, along desperately unstable tracks that would buckle under the oppressive heat or disappear under oceans of brown flood waters on the rare occasions that it rained, stranding the train and its passengers for days, sometimes weeks. The new Ghan was well appointed and airconditioned, it had lounge cars, buffet cars and dining cars, none of which were of particular. And I like the idea that the bottom’s shallow enough here to anchor for the night.”That’s our plan – motor along until near dusk, drop the anchor, turn on the anchor light, and the three of us do what the three of us do so well – live, laugh, love... And read. One cannot engage in sex continuously, you know, although we have had some memorable attempts. Eventually, though, there comes the most delicious of naps, and then, barring necessary activities, time to read.We all read, and we read a lot.