Theresa

Mist covered the lake like fluffy icing on a cake. Randi and Theresa sat on a rock, hidden from the rest of the campers.           

“So, you had a sex dream?” giggled Randi.

“No,” said Theresa stomping on an ant.  “We didn’t have sex.  He was just holding me.  But it made me think about having sex with him when I woke up.”

“So, you’ve never done it before?”  Randi asked, picking at her fingernails.

“No.  What’s the big hurry?  I’ve got my whole life to have sex.  But that dream made me want to with Kirk.  I mean, we’ve been going out for over a year.”

“So, what did Kirk say about...

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