Cindy and I were two of the four adult chaperones for the local high school’s senior trip. Luckily, we were able to bunk at an old motel, while the two counselors drew the short straws and had to patrol the small campers that housed the rowdy students.

“We have got to find a drink around this place,” I said, lying on my side on my mattress.

Cindy glanced up at me from the other bed and replied, “What? An entire day with a swarm of teens isn’t fun for you?”

I watched her lean back against the headboard and felt a stirring in my gut. One I definitely should not have been feeling on that trip, but I’d been lusting after her for a while.

“No, not really,” I answered. “I think there’s a corner store up the road. A trading post. Who... Read More