Oh, all of her loneliness and frustration, all of her aching need was still there, but they could dispel most of it this weekend.Eventually she slippe... away from him for a quick clean-up. The cabin had a toilet set behind a door, but to shower she had to dress and go across to the main building. As she walked back she looked around. She could see a few other cabins, some trees, a few tents and fifth wheels, and one or two cars. There were a few people in sight, and more kids, but most of the. ”Laura’s brain froze. She was like a rabbit staring into a set of headlights. How is this woman so self-assured?“Ok, two would be great,” she responded.“Good, see you then.” Tonya walked back to her car as if their conversation had been as common as the school run.Laura missed a stop sign and ran a red light on the way home. She considered messaging Tonya she could not do this. Fantasizing about sex with some else than Eric was one thing; to actually cheat would be another. She started to doubt. He had shoulder length sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He stood about six feet tall and had a muscular build. Yes, sounds like a typical description that men give when in chat rooms, but in his case, it was true. When he spoke, I could detect a slight accent, perhaps British or Irish, and I asked him about it. He said he was originally from London, but moved to the United States with his parents when he was a boy.It was around two in the afternoon when we met at the restaurant, and we. It made sense now. She was wearing jeans, a winter jacket, wedge heels. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't showered in days. Which would also make sense.I could have dragged her into a corner and ****d her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably wouldn't have cared much either. Bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, homeless girls get ****d. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge?I decided against it.'You want a hand with that.