A real shower or bath would be an absolute luxury. I gave Kathy first dibs and she heading towards the shower, saying only two words, ‘Hot water!’...She spent nearly an hour, reveling in the lavishness. When my turn came I did exactly the same, lots of hot water and standing under the stream for what seemed like forever. The word ‘luxury’ doesn’t come close to describing how we felt. That night we were able to sleep in a real bed. We couldn’t get to sleep until holding each other like we’d done. That is why we had flown across the country, then rented a car, stopped at a camping store I had frequented in years past, and drove to the base of this mountain, only to hike halfway up its impressive stature before making camp for the night. That is why I had subjected her to the cool nighttime mountain air, the not-nearly-as-good-as-home beef stew prepared upon a small backpacking stove, the need to purify the water procured from a small mountain stream, the need to raise a bear bag before. . starring beyond them but taking in their every movement.They're no longer young but not yet old. Perhaps there is a fleck or two of grey in his hair or maybe his hairline sat a little further down his forehead five years previous. Certainly, he plays sports; Sunday football, a little squash or some tennis in the summer, but the post match beer is getting harder to shift and the legs don't quite carry him around the court like they used to do.Likewise, she swapped her eye shadow for eye cream. He peeked through the gap. Pam was putting on a blue bikini. She bent over to step into the bottoms and he saw a hint of the slit between her legs. He rolled his eyes and groaned quietly."Ethan, could you help me with this?" Pam said from behind the curtain."What?" I need your help."He got up and looked around again. They were alone in the changing rooms. He pushed one of the curtains aside. Pam stood with her back to him, watching his reflection in the mirror. Her hands were over her breasts,.