Running away was stupid. You didn't solve anything that way. What was he expecting to do out here in the forest? He had a few days worth of canned foo..., a hundred dollars, and a tent. That was no way to start a new life.Thunder cracked.It had been stupid to quit Scouts. He could have looked for a new troop. Started over with a new group of kids who didn't know him, who had the same interests. He could have done that. He liked Scouts. Liked the camping. The fact the new Scoutmaster was an. Not like when she grew up, poor, no opportunity except with her body."But she would explain everything to us, show us on our bodies what things were, how things worked. And she had pictures in dirty books she kept from years before, from where she worked, that our father always enjoyed and had her keep. So these pictures showed us what men would do with women, positions, games. And other important things, how to have fun with sex, how not to get pregnant usually, how to have men do what you. He leaned down to kiss her but she pulled her head away. “Christ, your breath stinks. What did you do, eat a zombie?”He pulled his thumb out and shoved it in her mouth, she sucked greedily for a few moments. “That tastes better than your breath.” He slapped her ass cheeks a few times. “Shoot,” he coughed out.She grabbed up the gun again and fired in the general direction of the slow-moving but persistent herd, still out of accurate range.Boom!“Did you see that! I hit him in the leg!” “Great…. From then on the day flew and by the time we had finished dinner together at a restaurant where Anne had undone a couple more buttons on her blouse giving a better view of her cleavage he was rampant, given that she had hinted she wouldn't be adverse to a bit more fun back at our apartment.The walk from the restaurant to the apartment was meant to be leisurely as a five minute walk could be, but someone seemed to be in a bit more of a hurry I dragged it out a bit making them wait at the door.