We sure used to know how. I bet we still do. I can handle it if you can. If sex helps you forget, let me help you. I think it’ll be pretty explosive... After all, I haven’t had sex since January 23rd of 1981!” she finished with a giggle.I wanted to. Very badly. As I’d noted that night in the hotel room, she’d become a beautiful, sexy woman. But there was a BIG impediment.“There’s the issue of trust,” I said.She nodded, “I figured you would bring that up. I know you have no reason at all to trust. "It does look huge, doesn't it?" said Paul, as they came to the fringesof it.They had all come equipped with trekking equipment: compasses, rope andfood supplies. They didn't know how long they would be in there for, sothey didn't want to chance getting lost.The floor was dense with undergrowth and mushrooms grew around many ofthe trees. There seemed to be no sign of wolves for now, but life wascertainly abundant. Birds could be heard singing and the rustling comingfrom the undergrowth. I could clearly see all the girl’s nipples. Jason and Stewart both wore board shorts and tank tops. They went right for the rope swing. Linda and Kim headed for the beach on the lake. The boys were already on there second time of the swing and I was unpacking the sunscreen when I heard a commotion form the woods. It was Patricia talking on her phone. I walked up the path a little ways to see what was the matter. Patricia was yelling, “Well fine, then. I never like it anyway!” With that she hung. It was the first time I'd cried since the night I confronted Robert about Peter."Are you all right?" asked a woman.I looked up and saw a young woman with jet-black hair, gothic make-up and clothes, with a nice smile. I wiped the tears off my cheeks, feeling like a complete idiot, and said, "I'm just having a shitty day." I'm Rayanne Baxter," she said extending her hand to me."Crystal Falcone," I sniffled and shook her hand.She smiled and began picking up my spilled groceries and putting them in.