Frankly, I didn’t understand why anyone would want to go to the god-forsaken cold of Ohio in December when they could all come down here to Florida ...nd stay with us. The whole white Christmas thing didn’t register very high on my must-do list.Mom hung up the phone and absolutely beamed with joy. “Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news for you…. Which you wanna hear?” She asked me.I shrugged my shoulders and grunted in a way only a teenager can. “I don’t care, whatever.”“The good. "I said, which college do you go to?"The office of the college president was small too, but well appointed and appropriately austere. The man it belonged to was Ethan Moore and he came from a long line of Texan's dating back to the Alamo and beyond. A tall, wiry academic with thinning gray hair and a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, Ethan didn't particularly look like he'd do very well in a battle, but that's what he found himself in at the moment.Sitting on the other side of his. I didn’t know why, but the thought of telling her or anyone about that night filled me with dread. My phone vibrated on the kitchen table. I glance at it and froze – ‘Alex’ flashed on the screen. In what could not have been worse timing, my mom saw the screen and I could see the idea flash in her eyes before I had a chance to hide my screen. “Hey what does Alex want, Jason? You should hang out with him today and tomorrow. It would do you good.”The thought of spending the day, let alone a night. But I decided that it isn’t my problem. I’m just a slave following the orders of my master. I waited anxiously for Dale to come out of our tent and see what kind of night I enjoyed. There’s no way he didn’t hear the sounds of sex and my cries of ecstasy coming from Glenn’s tent. I can’t wait to see the look on his face.I’m still just a little bit mad with my husband for offering me up like this, especially because he did it without consulting me. But I can’t deny I’m grateful, too. And I’m.