The squirrel, likely a veteran of countless dog encounters, climbed up the trunk of a large oak tree and sat on the first branch. Major sat and barked...at the squirrel and it chirped its laughter at another stupid dog.“Come on, Major,” she said tugging on his leash. The constant pulling finally made him give up on further chasing.As they continued to stroll, Dan would frequently glance at her. “What is it?” she asked of his often stare.“Many would say that I’m being sexist but you look so. ’ So I unbuttoned the whole thing and stood there with it open. ‘Take it off,’ he ordered. And I slipped it off my shoulders and stood there, shivering a little in my bra, garter belt and stockings and shoes. One of the fraternity brothers said, ‘Nice pussy, but I still don’t see the tits.’ And Philip gave me this look, I don’t know, it just conveyed a command without any words at all. I unfastened my bra and dropped it on the floor. They all whistled and made crude comments. Philip came around. She stated, “The main cabin and office space is where we designed in most of the luxury features. The four bedrooms were designed for sleeping and those who want to join the mile high club without taking up space that can be used for entertainment and work. Including bathrooms, their footprint is about 175 square feet for each one. Including wall and walkways they only take up about 900 square feet of the approximately 3,500 square feet of cabin space. We designed them to be small but. Then my luck changed. I saw a woman walk in. She started whispering to Major Stone.Then Major Stone handed her the school jacket he was wearing.She put it on.Another student offered him his jacket.Oh dear.Over forty years of living on this planet has taught me that there is something worse than a woman scorned. And I'm not taking about a woman with PMS. I'm talking about a mother whose child was hurt on purpose.I'm not sure why, but suddenly I'm thinking it would have been safer to deal with.