Sarah let herself sink into the corner opposite the door, her backpack more comfortable than the softest pillow could have been because unlike the lat...er it offered protection from more than just tiredness. She put the gun next to her, pulled out one of the books she had stuffed into her pack along the way and flicked through the pages without much actual interest or focus. There had been times in her life when she had spent every waking hour reading, but now that she had the time and access to. “Well I should get on home,” I said knowing that I hoped she would talk me into staying.“Ah, come on, just a quick drink.”“OK, you talked me into it.” Well, one drink turned into another and soon we were getting pretty cozy. We would laugh and she would reach out and touch me and the sexual tension was starting to build, of course it had really been building since we got into my truck. I made a lame statement like “Well, I should be going.”To which she replied, “Would you help me get my bag up. Startled, she pulled back and a second drop landed directly on her left nipple, bringing a yelp. As a few more drops landed she said, almost as a wail, "It's starting to rain. I guess we'd better head back to the car."They stood and started walking back, Steve holding her hand as they hurried along the beach. As they approached the path up the hill, the rain cut loose and Jennifer cried, "We're going to get soaked." No. Over here," Steve said, and pulled her off the hill path and onto the. She takes it all and swallows it and tucks me back in and zippers me up. This time, she closes her eyes and we both fall asleep until we land. A few days later, a couple friend of ours, Jill and Brian, invite us over for dinner. We have a good time and after too many drinks, we’re sitting around chatting and our vacation comes up. Kendra spends a lot of time talking about the trip and then as the alcohol takes over, starts to talk about the trip home. I’m slightly embarrassed that she brings it.