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edges of the river. Water drifted in
between the legs of the table and one olive green camping chair
faced the other side. A small white Styrofoam cooler, next to the
chair, threatened to tip over as the water splashed against its
walls.
    "Come on inside," he said and nudged the small of
her back.
    Shaye walked about thirteen feet and flung the
tent's green, textured door. She didn't need to bend her head to
get inside. The tent was large, made for a tall man who wanted to
stand while inside. Directly across, in the middle of the tent, was
a blow up airbed for two. To the left of the bed, against the
tent’s wall, was a large red cooler with a white top. Opposite were
two black duffle bags. One small and one big.
    She moved away from the entrance then slid her
sunglasses inside her purse. She dug out a tissue and wiped the
sweat off her face and neck. In the front pocket, when she put away
the tissue, her fingers brushed over a stray hairband. She pulled
up her curls and fanned her neck, glad for the cooler air in the
darker tent. He bent at the door then dropped her duffle next to
his two. Hands on hips he turned and took a shoulder wide stance.
Battle ready.
    She placed her purse on the floor, and interlocked
her fingers behind her back. Looking around, she felt like the
stolen Viking maiden in the midst of a war with ogres. Saved by the
Viking pillager. From the ogres. All he needed was a sword and
armor to match the frown that wasn't going away anytime soon. And
neither was a too-young-for-him five foot two submissive and her
one friend army. Lucky him.
    She almost saw the wheels turn in his head as he
contemplated his moves. Scenes were a private matter and Shaye just
couldn't do her thing in front of Dallas. No doubt Sir R felt the
same way. Play or not, she was happy they met, happy he didn't turn
his back on her. She wished to start right away, but with Dallas
around, playing wasn't an option.
    "I'm gonna regret this," he mumbled under his
breath, more to himself then for her ears. "Come here."
    She crossed the distance and hugged his middle. "I'm
sorry for everything." Face against his hard chest, she rubbed her
cheek on his soft t-shirt then buried her nose and inhaled loudly.
He smelled clean and sharp, his pine-laced cologne didn't hint to
men her age. She didn't think their years apart made a difference
with who they were with each other, but for him the age gap was
important. Maybe a deal breaker had she said something before. She
felt bad for lying but God, against her body, he was all hard and
man. "You're everything I imagined you’d looked like," she said.
"You must be very disappointed to get the opposite after all we've
said to each other online. To come here, prep all this—"
    "Look up."
    As he searched her face, her green eyes softened at
his furrowed brow. "Still, I make a great pup. I do." She nodded in
confirmation.
    His hands, like a warm blanket, came around her
waist. "I'll say you caught me by surprise."
    "I aim to keep you on your toes."
    "Beginning to suspect that now. The way I see it I
got two choices. One, go home and wonder, and two, stay and have
fun. We gonna have fun?"
    She brightened, and if there were a rainbow
somewhere outside, she'd see the flying ponies giggling over it. He
wanted to push forwards with their plan. He might have sensed her
relief when he caught her weight as her shoulders relaxed, and her
knees threatened to fold. Once Dallas found another camp, they
would play.
    He placed a soft kiss on her lips then swiped them
gently with his tongue. Warm, wet tongue flicked against the seam
of her lips, and she knew from what they’d said to each other in
the past few months, not to open her mouth. He liked to tease. Eyes
closed, her knees finally gave out but she gripped his shoulders
for purchase and let him do whatever he wanted. She'd do anything
for his attention. He was handsome and tolerant and she was lucky.
He bit the soft place at the base of her neck. Head lolled