Shannon was the slut, not me. I reached to unbutton his shirt. He let me get halfway down, and then gently stopped me.“I admit I’m horny too. I us...ally am when I’m around you. You have no idea how you affect me, and how you’re going to affect the other men who come into your life in the future.” He kissed my forehead. “But I explained why we can’t do that.”I went back to work on his shirt. “I didn’t say I wanted you to fuck me. I just said I was horny.”“I see,” he said.He let me take his shirt. The boys were unusually quiet as well.Reality had finally returned and I hated it."What time do you want breakfast tomorrow, Boss?" Zane asked. "I thought I'd do something special." I have no idea." I groused. "Juan, what time do I want breakfast?" Boss, I think you have a couple days off." He sounded cautious. "None of us have you scheduled for anything until Wednesday and I called around and no one else seems to expect you for anything."I chewed a mouthful of food slowly. I had forgotten what. He wouldn't hear of it. He pulled up in front of the deli and he was surprised. He said he goes to the deli every couple weeks and that it was really good. I admitted that I had never eaten there.I reluctantly let him go and got off the bike. He took the helmet from me and stowed it away.I stood there like a dork with my hands in my pockets, fidgeting nervously. "Do you want to come up and see the apartment? I mean, there's not much to see, but, um..."Oh my god. I sounded like a desperate. From hiking into the camp-site, to setting up the tent; opening the sleeping bags to let the insulation loft up, it all was fun and exciting for Denice.It was a treat to watch her wrestle with it all and I remembered why, so long ago, I started to love to camp. Then after our first chow round our camp fire, we set off on our first trek.We found a great trail along-side a lovely river, and the vistas were entirely unlike anything Denice was accustomed to.We paused at the beautiful site of autumn.