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As soon as Lynn’s truck disappeared around the bend, I stepped off the path, found a patch of trees, and relieved myself.

The shower house could wait.

Everything could wait.

I was eighteen years old and nobody was telling me what to do. I had my dick out in public. The thought of the director driving back and seeing it got me excited. I had to stuff it quickly back into my pants before the devil took me and I had to release him.

The camp felt different than the brochures. Not peaceful. Haunted.

The red-painted buildings sat empty beneath the pines. The screened windows stared back like blank eyes. The boys’ cabin and girls’ cabin stood on opposite sides of the property. The dining hall doubled as a gym and theater. Everything looked frozen in time, waiting for summer to begin.

A strong wind swept across the lake. The water slapped against the shore. Birds called somewhere in the trees.

I should have been relaxed. Instead, I was restless.

The lake was beautiful. The forest was beautiful. The weather was divine.

But I’d spent eighteen years surrounded by rules, church lectures, curfews, and supervision. Freedom had finally arrived, and I wasn’t interested in sitting alone by the water admiring scenery.

I wanted people. I wanted women. More specifically, tits and ass. Hot, tight snatch.

The thought crossed my mind that I probably should unpack. Instead, I wandered.

Near the maintenance buildings I found a large barn packed with canoes, equipment, and supplies. Against one wall sat an old bicycle with soft tires.

A pump hung nearby.

Ten minutes later I was pedaling down the road.

The late afternoon sun beat down. I pulled off my shirt and tucked it into the back of my waistband.

The road climbed through endless forest. Pines on both sides. The blue of the lake peeked through the trunks.

Back home, scenery meant cornfields.

This felt like a postcard.

The only thing missing was a moose. Or a girl in a bikini top.

Preferably the second one.

I rounded a curve and heard an engine approaching. A flash of light appeared up the road.

A white BMW.

The car came toward me fast before slowing at the last second. The driver glanced over. For a few seconds our eyes met.

Dark sunglasses. Flowing brunette hair. Plump dick sucking lips. Confident expression. The definition of Out of Your League. An absolute goddess.

I smiled and waved. She studied me for a moment.

Then she rev’d up and sped on.

The smell of exhaust lingered behind. I’d love to bury my face in her tailpipe.

The thought of eating her out from the back almost tumbled me from the bike.

Maybe every woman in Maine looked like that. If so, I’d made the right decision coming here.

The sun had begun sinking toward the treetops by the time I finally coasted into the gravel parking lot of the only restaurant in the county.

The building sat beside a lake. Orange light reflected across the water. I leaned the bike against a railing and walked down to the shoreline.

The lake was cold enough to make me gasp. I splashed water over my face, neck, and chest until I looked halfway presentable. Then I pulled my shirt back on. Only when I reached for my pocket did I realize my mistake.

No wallet. No money.

I closed my eyes. Immediately I heard my mother’s voice. The same voice that had narrated most of my childhood.

That’s God’s way of telling you to turn around.

I could practically hear her sigh.

You’re about to do something stupid.

Maybe she was right.

The problem was that being stupid suddenly sounded a lot more interesting than being obedient.

I stepped toward the entrance.