NOTE: I hereby grant permission for all archiving and
other uses of this work, public or private, free or
paid, in any format whether existing now or to be
invented in the future, so long as a copy of this note
and credit to "theGreatxIam" is given and no alteration
is made to the body of the work. Copyright 2002,
theGreatxIam

Scout's Honor Chapter 3 (of 10) By theGreatxIam

THE STORY SO FAR: A childless couple devotes themselves
to a Girl Scout troop. The wife dies in childbirth; the
surviving child dies soon after. The husband goes into
a funk, relieved only when the couple's old troop asks
him to drive the bus for its last camping trip. But the
trip takes a surprising turn when some of the former
scouts seduce him in his tent as he's waiting for the
scouts' mothers to show up. After two passionate bouts,
he falls asleep.

--- --- ---

Despite several hours of sleep, or maybe because of it,
I was still a little groggy. So it took me a few
seconds to focus on what was going on and why the faces
of three young women were lined up like a totem pole in
the slit that was the tiny tent's entrance.

Just as I was coming to grips with that, the faces
disappeared one by one. Then the opening gaped and
three nubile bodies burst into the tent and dragged me
outside.

It was late afternoon. I hadn't been out of the tent
since I stretched out for a nap that morning after the
long bus trip. I looked around: The scouts had done a
great job of setting up camp all by themselves, with no
adult supervision. Tents were all in place, gear stowed
away. A camp fire was already blazing away. That seemed
odd at first -- it was still pleasantly warm. But then
the tantalizing odor of stew wafted my way. As my mouth
watered, I suddenly noticed that I was ravenously
hungry.

No sooner had I thought that when soft hands led me to
a small table and plopped me into a canvas chair, a
bowl of stew already steaming before me.

I had three eager waitresses filling my glass,
arranging my napkin, bringing piping-hot flatbread.
And, no small thing, giving me something wonderful to
look at as I ate.

There was Tish -- she swatted me with a dish towel when
I called her that. Tishana, then. Since the bus ride
she'd changed into an eye-popping glittering gold
bikini, showing off almost all of her curvaceous
figure. Her skin was such a rich cocoa brown you wanted
to lick her to see if she was as sweet as she looked.

It made a rich contrast with the pale skin of Sami, a
short, almond-eyed bundle of energy. She still wore her
old Scout blouse knotted above her tummy, a pair of
bright red shorts below that hugged her butt tightly.

Tishana and Sami did most of the talking as they
bustled about. There were several sly digs about what
I'd done to work up such an appetite. That, and the
little comment earlier about getting my shorts off,
made it clear Traci's conspiracy to seduce me out of my
depression wasn't over. But after two marathon sex
sessions already, the girls were doomed to be
disappointed if they thought I could manage more that
day. Still, their flirting was entertaining, and
definitely flattering.

Claire, the third of my serving wenches, as they
referred to themselves, did most of her flirting with
her eyes. That was impressive enough, for her eyes were
so ethereally blue that they were irresistible at any
time. When she trained them on me, I couldn't look
away.

The other scouts and former scouts were busy around the
campsite, but I had evidently been reserved for just
those three. They and they alone served me, talked to
me, whisked away my tableware. And they pulled me from
the chair and announced it was time to wash up.

I expected a wash basin, but they dragged me into the
woods. They refused to tell me where we were going,
just tugged on my arms. When I pleaded the call of
nature they relented long enough to let me wander a
little ways off to find a convenient bush, but then it
was back to tramping through the forest.

I was completely lost -- hey, I'm a city kid born and
bred -- but the girls assured me they knew exactly
where they were going. And, after several minutes, we
arrived at something that looked very much like a
destination: a large pond fed by a crystal-clear brook.

"Jump in," Tishana said. I gave her a dubious look. She
rolled her eyes, took a running start and launched
herself into the middle of the pond.

The splash sent a covey of birds flapping out of the
forest around us. I expected Tishana to come up
shivering, but she rose to the surface smoothly, flung
the water from her dreadlocks and smiled. I kicked off
my shoes and jumped in after her.

I came up sputtering. It was cold! Or, at least, not
very warm. As I gasped, Tishana burst into laughter
next to me, her twin brown globes, barely concealed by
her bikini top, jiggling. Up close, I could see her
arms were covered in goosebumps. "You get used to it in
a couple minutes," she managed to get out between
laughs. I glared in mock anger. She looked right back
at me, arms crossed under her bewitching breasts, head
cocked to one side.  "Hey," she said, "It's your own
fault. I'm just paying you back."

I assumed a look of wounded innocence. "For what?"

She lifted her hands, palms out. "I warned you, don't
call me Tish!" And she brought her hands down with a
slap that sent two cascades of water over me.

Revenge, of course, was swift. Soon the pond was
stirred into a froth as Tishana and I splashed back and
forth. I would have laughed my head off except every
time I opened my mouth she aimed right for it.

When we paused for a moment, out of breath, Sami hailed
us from shore. "Is this a private fight? Or can anyone
join in?"

"That depends," Tishana responded. "Whose side are you
on?"

"Yours, of course."

"Then come on!"

I waded a couple steps toward the bank. "Don't I get a
vote?"

"No!" Tishana punctuated her response by jetting a
stream between her hands right onto my neck. I turned
for a moment to retaliate. When I looked toward the
bank again, my eyes grew wide.

Sami's scout blouse was carefully folded and hanging
over a tree limb. She was standing a few feet away,
peeling off her shorts. As she folded them and placed
them atop the blouse, she was fully revealed -- a
Botticelli angel from the East. There wasn't an angle
on her, just curves. And one of the sweetest curves was
her broad, beaming smile as she eased into the water.

She looked so cute I couldn't bear to splash her. Even
Tishana seemed struck by Sami's beauty, for she didn't
try to take advantage of me with an attack from behind.

Only Claire was left on dry land. Where her adopted
sister had waded right in, Claire hung back. She sat on
a tree stump on the edge of the clearing around the
pond, her long legs stretched out, her blonde hair
falling halfway down her back. Sami and Tishana called
to her to join us, but she just offered a shy smile. "I
forgot my suit," she said. Sami laughed. "That didn't
stop me!"

I added my voice to the chorus. "You didn't seem so shy
when you looked into the tent," I teased. "Weren't you
promising to strip me?"

Claire blushed deeply. I felt like a jerk.

But Tishana came to the rescue, urging Claire to wade
in as she was. Which she did. Her skirt floated as
Claire stepped deeper and deeper into the pond, giving
me a peek at a pair of demure white panties before the
skirt became waterlogged and sank, covering her up.
More was in store, though. As Claire reached us in the
middle of the pond, the water came up to her chest. As
she kicked off from the bottom and bobbed out of the
water, it became obvious she wore no bra. The Scout
blouse's cloth clung to her like a second skin,
outlining her small, round breasts and highlighting her
stiff, thick nipples. Concealed but revealed, Claire's
body was in a way even more tantalizing than Sami's
naked voluptuousness.

But it was a close call. And then there was Tishana's
lush body threatening to burst out of her bikini, and
those full lips that ached to be kissed -- and other
things. I had plenty of time to weigh the merits of
each girl as they circled around me. Talk about your
embarrassment of riches!

At first they spread out, so they could hit me with
their splashes but were out of range of one another. As
I fought back, though, we all became drenched. The
girls circled closer and closer, whirling around me.
Sami's long black hair was plastered down; her nipples
were jutting up from the large brown areolae. Tishana's
dreads were wildly askew like a drunken octopus.
Claire's blonde locks had curled and twisted after all
the splashing. Together, the trio reminded me of
paintings of water nymphs. And I have to give them
credit: At that moment, as we laughed and shouted in
the dappled sunshine slanting through the forest, my
worries and woes had completely departed for places
unknown. That part of the plan was working perfectly.

And the other part wasn't doing too badly, either, for
I felt definite stirrings down below. That shocked me,
not only because I would have thought the splashing was
a quite effective cold shower, but also because I had
been so, um, active earlier. I never considered myself
an ironman, but something was up. Literally.

That was even before the three young women -- I had to
remember they were all grown up now, the two oldest 18
and Claire not far behind -- before they moved even
closer, brushing against me as they circled. Sami was
the boldest, bending forward so her nipples rubbed my
chest, sliding her hands to my ass as she slipped
behind me. Tishana settled mostly for fleeting touches
of skin on skin, though it was she who saucily trailed
her fingers along the front of my shorts as she ran the
tip of her tongue around her sensuously thick lips.
Claire, still in her blouse and skirt though they were
matted to her body, avoided eye contact and made the
slightest physical advances -- even then, only when she
was behind me.

All around, it was an amazing tease, a
now-you-feel-it-now-you-don't celebration of the glory
of the almost. The urge to gather them all in my arms
was overpowering, but I forced myself to resist so I
wouldn't miss a second of the tantalizing dance. We
were all still laughing and smiling, but my mind was
moving past fun and games. My body was, too, and that
continued to puzzle me. Granted, the stimulation was
tremendous. But I'm not as young as I used to be. This
wasn't supposed to happen to a man my age.

That mystery was cleared up when Tishana groped me
again and, grinning, yanked my shorts down.

"It worked," she shouted. "Thank you, Claire!"

I raised my eyebrows. Claire? Shy Claire? Why would
Tishana thank her?

"No," Claire said. "Thank my grandfather's Viagra."

I sputtered. Sami laughed. "Did you enjoy your stew? I
bet we will!"

As they spoke, they were edging us toward the bank,
stopping when we were about knee-deep. Then they
stepped back, each about five feet from me. This time
it was me who spun around in circles, for they were
spread around me, each putting on a show of her own.

Sami, her naked body glistening, caressed her breasts
and let her hands roam all over her torso. Her fingers
fluttered like butterflies, drawing my eyes to every
lush inch of her beauty.

Tishana did what I can only describe as a pole dance
without a pole, twisting and stretching, showing a
limberness that sent a shiver of anticipation up my
spine. As I ogled her, she slipped the straps of her
bikini top off her shoulders. Then she reached behind
with one hand to untie the back, holding the cups in
place with the other. She flashed me a couple times
before pulling away the top for good and tossing it
onto the bank. Her breasts were not as large as Sami's
globes, but they were round and jiggly. And my eyes
almost popped out of my skull when she extended one
long, slender arm between her legs and ground her
crotch against it. I could have watched forever.

Except that just a turn of my head away was Claire,
slowly doing balletic moves as she peeled her sodden
clothes off. Bit by bit she revealed herself as she
spun and balanced in a fluid artistry. It was like
classic sculpture come to life, a Galatea in real life.
As she stood legs apart, back arched, she slowly
unbuttoned her blouse. It was so wet that it still
clung to her as she pirouetted and leaped about,
allowing her to make the revealing more alluring as she
pulled the cloth from her skin little by little --
first showing the valley between her breasts, in
shadow; then pulling back more to uncover their slopes
and the sharp definition of her tan lines. A
mesmerizing display.

But movement out of the corner of my eye would draw me
to Sami, fingers tracing her curves. And on to Tishana,
a one-woman strip club, writhing and wriggling. She
would hold me until curiosity would again pull me to
Claire's erotic dance, showing off her slender body.

Round and round I turned. Anywhere I looked there was a
sight to stir the soul -- and less metaphysical parts
as well. It all happened in silence except for the
sounds of nature -- cooing birds, gurgling water, the
gentle sighing of the wind.

Or maybe that last sound was me. I had discovered a new
level of bliss.

By then, Claire had pulled her blouse off her shoulders
and, as I looked on, revealed at last her breasts. The
smallest of any of the three, they were, however, the
perfect, classic shape, hanging like teardrops. As she
flung the blouse aside, I could see now her tiny waist,
belly button winking at me just above the top of her
skirt.

A noise to one side lured me toward Tishana. The sound
had been Sami stepping to her side. They gyrated
together, nipples touching, then their whole bodies.
Tishana still had her bikini panties on, but as I
stared in disbelief Sami slithered down to her knees,
bent her head forward and tugged with her teeth at the
thin laces holding the tiny yellow patch in place. In
just a moment the panties came loose and Sami stood
again, bikini bottoms dangling from her mouth. She
laughed as she plucked them out and tossed them to me.
Then Sami and Tishana embraced and their young bodies
swirled together, curves on curves, black on yellow.
They turned their backs to each other and bent forward
at the waist, rubbing butts, before hugging again and
sharing a long, wet kiss.

Why I didn't blow my load right then, I'll never know.
But instead I watched as Sami and Tishana uncoupled and
waded over to Claire. At first they just stood on
either side of the younger girl, naked sentinels as she
spun and leaped. She danced around them, too, weaving
back and forth. When she came to rest between them
again, they reached out to her, caressing, hands all
over her. Eventually their hands strayed lower and
lower. And then the final unveiling of Claire's golden
pubic hair and the treasure beneath.

All this time my cock had been pointing like a hunting
dog, aching for some form of relief, but I wasn't going
to waste an experience like this on merely jacking off.
My frustration was appeased somewhat when the trio,
flipping Claire's skirt and panties onto the shore, on
top of my discarded shorts, advanced on me.

Again they surrounded me, moving closer and closer
until we were flesh to flesh. Three naked young women
pressed up against me, their arms wrapped around one
another, a skin sandwich. Each took a turn meeting me
full on: Sami's big breasts squashed against my chest.
Tishana's full lips meeting mine, her tongue pushing
inside. And Claire, looking me in the eye for only a
second before she turned her head, but being the first
to push her waist forward and trap my hard cock against
her furry crotch.

The sun was sinking lower and it became a bit chilly in
the pond. After a shiver or two as a breeze came
through, the three sirens herded me back to dry land. A
patch of grass retained the afternoon heat and we
tumbled down to it, a jumble of arms and legs and even
more interesting parts.

Sami and Tishana started an argument over who would "go
first," which I thought was being overly optimistic
even if they really had slipped a Viagra pill into my
dinner. But as they were debating, Claire resolved the
issue by pushing me onto my back and climbing atop me.
By the time the other two realized what was happening,
she was straddling my waist with my rigid dick pressed
against her flat tummy. She entwined her fingers in
mine as she sat up, positioning her glistening pussy
just above my jutting cock. But her attempts to thread
the needle only resulted in my shaft sliding along her
slit. When she thought she'd finally gotten it trapped
and began to lower herself, her hole refused to let me
in and my rod bent to an alarming angle.

Finally Sami, with a pointed comment or two about
jumping to the head of the line, came to her younger
sister's aid. The Korean wrapped the fingers of one
hand around my cock. With the other she massaged her
sister's cunt, eventually sliding a finger inside,
eliciting a gasp from Claire as Sami penetrated her. As
I watched, Tishana crawled behind Sami, pressing her
body to Sami's back and kissing her neck and shoulders.
Sami purred as she rubbed the head of my dick along
Claire's slit. Then she held me straight as Claire
sank. This time my shaft drove right into her.

Mission accomplished, Sami rolled over and coupled with
her black friend. They kissed frantically while their
legs scissored together.

Meanwhile, Claire was treating me to a leisurely fuck
that showed surprising sophistication in the way it
prolonged every bit of passion. I suspected her shyness
was hiding another side. Still waters run deep, they
say, and as I plunged deep into Claire's cunt I
wondered where she'd been running.

She seemed to anticipate every thrust I made, to know
just when to speed up or slow down. And there was the
fact that she'd clearly been no virgin when I
penetrated her.

When she leaned forward to kiss me, I asked her where
she'd learned so much. Her eyes clouded over. She
pressed her mouth to mine, not saying a word. Then she
sat up again, looking off into the woods as she humped
me.

Tishana and Sami, I saw, had by then twisted around
into a 69, each girl's head buried between the other's
legs. Their loud grunts and moans were in wild contrast
to Claire's silence. In fact Claire didn't make a
sound, not even when I felt her body stiffen and saw an
unmistakable orgasm ripple through her. She did smile,
a huge grin, but it was like watching a silent movie.
And when it was over she simply stood up and walked
off, squatting a few feet away, legs crossed, looking
pleased but, oh, sort of vacant.

I didn't have much time to think about it, because Sami
somehow noticed I was free -- I guess she had to come
up for air sometime -- and had gotten untangled from
Tishana. Both of them crawled to me, tits dangling, and
spread out at my feet with their faces just inches from
my hard cock.

Sami was the first to lick her sister's juices from my
pole, sticking her tongue far out and giving my shaft a
thorough bath. Then she turned toward Tishana and gave
her a sloppy kiss, smearing even more sticky stuff onto
a face that, like her own, was already covered in it.
With their tongues still entwined, they moved back to
the bulbous head of my erect cock. They swirled their
tongues around the tip. Then they kissed it, on
opposite sides, Tishana's wide plum lips and Sami's
bright red ones. They worked their way down to the
root, smooch by smooch, their lipstick leaving behind a
curious two-tone effect. Sami continued down to my
nutsack, taking my balls into her mouth one at a time,
while Tishana kissed her way back up my dick.

When she got to the top, she kissed the very tip and
then pressed down. Her full lips cushioned my cock as
they swept down. Just past the flaring rim, she stopped
and held me there while her tongue danced on me. Then
she slid down some more, eventually taking half my
length. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, rising
and falling on my shaft while Sami ministered to my
balls.

Once in awhile Tishana would let me slip out entirely.
Then she'd start all over again. At some point -- I
lost track of time -- Sami abandoned my scrotum in
favor of licking the bottom of my shaft that Tishana
couldn't reach. And in time they switched off, Sami
sliding her carmine lips over my cock. Tishana crawled
upward, kissing her way across my stomach and chest to
plant a big wet one on my lips.

Sami sucked away on my dick. Tishana wrapped her arms
around me and lavished my face with kisses. I closed my
eyes and imagined I was a sheikh in his harem,
concubines attending to my every desire. It may seem
odd that I'd go off into a fantasy when reality was so
spectacular, but you have to understand. The emotions
flooding me were so intense it was like the world's
best hallucinogen, an LSDepravity that made me high as
a kite. I was a sheikh, I was a god, I was a bigger
rock star than Elvis with groupies servicing me in
relay teams.

Maybe the best thing about the daydreams was opening my
eyes and seeing that they'd all come true.

I opened them to see Sami let my cock slip from her
mouth as Tishana crawled into position and, with Sami's
help, pushed my rod into her cunt. To my surprise she
was tighter than Claire, and not quite as skillful. But
who's complaining when a nubile young woman is milking
your dick? I grabbed her bouncing breasts and enjoyed
the ride. There were a few awkward moments, occasional
breaks in the rhythm when she'd bounce too far up and
have to steer me back inside. But what Tishana lacked
in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She had me
bucking like a bronc as I delighted in the feel of her
narrow slit swallowing me up. Unlike Claire, Tishana
was a vocal fuck. "Feed it to me," she would shout.
"Put that monster in me. Come on, baby, give it to me!"

Coming off her 69 with Sami, Tishana figured to be
pretty near the edge. Sure enough, it was only a few
minutes before she was shrieking through a climax.

By that time, Sami had apparently begun to feel
neglected. She slithered up to me with a hungry look.
"What can I do?" I said with a shrug. "I'm only one
man." She cocked an eyebrow, put a hand to her pussy
and licked her fingers one by one -- except the index
finger, which she saved for me. I sucked it into my
mouth and let her withdraw it slowly. I got the
message.

With Tishana recovered from her climax and riding me
slowly, Sami slung a leg over my head and got into
position facing the black girl. She lowered her steamy
pussy to me.

Her cunt was wet and slippery, the clit exposed. Just
one flick of my tongue at the little button had Sami
moaning, and when I gently nipped it with my teeth she
clamped her thighs around my head and let out a yelp
that filled the forest.

I'm no pro at pussy eating, so there's not much to say
about my technique. At first I mostly teased, running
my tongue along her slit with occasional sojourns to
her clit.

Meanwhile Tishana was humping away merrily and with
great enthusiasm. So great, in fact, that it was almost
impossible to bear. Her aggressive, high-speed fucking
sent screaming signals to my brain and made my eyes
water. I clutched at her hips, trying to hold her back.
She slid out of my grasp. I couldn't catch my breath,
her pounding was so intense.

Above the squishy sounds of my cock going in and out of
Tishana's cunt I could her other noises that told me
Sami and Tishana were engaging in a bit of
tongue-wrestling. I couldn't see much more with Sami
sitting on my face. But when I turned my head slightly
to get some air, I was surprised to see Claire crawling
over to us and kneeling to my side, between her sister
and Tishana. The mental picture of their group kiss was
almost enough to take my mind off what was happening to
my cock.

But not quite. Because Tishana had not let up. I felt
like a pogo stick -- a pogo dick? -- as she bounced on
me, regular as a metronome. I would have begged for
mercy, but by then Sami had shoved her cunt right down
to my nose and I was tongue-fucking her, prying apart
her labia.

It couldn't have been all that wonderful for her. I am
not the most endowed guy anywhere, but my tongue's
probably my least impressive organ. I wasn't getting
very far into her.

That may explain why Sami did not have an orgasm on my
tongue. But, if I can be a little immodest, Tishana on
my cock had no such problem. She came with a series of
Tarzan yells and some bucking so wild it dislodged Sami
and tumbled Claire backwards.

I stayed flat on my back, breathing hard, chest
heaving. But, to my shock, still erect. I had a
momentary out-of-body experience, staring at my rigid
pole wondering who the stud was that could keep it up
so long.

Reality and self-awareness returned when I realized
that I wasn't just hard. I was horny. And just a couple
feet to my left, there was Sami, rolling over and
getting to her knees facing away from me.

I couldn't resist. My bones protested as I got to my
feet, but my dick ignored them. Very quickly I was
behind Sami and sliding my cock into her.

She was, of course, quite slippery inside. Outside,
too, for that matter, as sweaty as I was. As long as I
was going to have to hold onto something to keep us
connected, I thought, why not make it something good?
So I bent over the Korean and took two handfuls of her
bosom.

This time I was in control, and I made the most of it.
There was a variety to my pacing, but it was mostly a
moderate rhythm with long interludes when I simply
buried myself to the hilt in Sami's hot cunt and stayed
there, savoring the feeling of her flesh surrounding my
dick.

Before long I found myself only the first car on the
train, as Claire, at her sister's urging, slid her
young pussy over to Sami's mouth. And then Tishana, not
to be left out, climbed on top of Claire's face.

With Claire lapping at the black woman's pink and her
own sister sucking on Claire's blossom and my cock
driving into Sami's slit -- and all of it happening
right in front of me -- it's no wonder my sex drive
kicked into Warp Factor 9. I let my hands roam all over
Sami's body, from her squeezable ass to her squeezable
tits. I let my eyes feast on the orgy before them. And,
most of all, I let my dick explore every aspect of
Sami's hot cunt, ramming and slamming so hard my balls
were swinging back and forth.

Tishana was the first to climax, another sound and
motion spectacular as she got off on Claire's muff
diving. By then Sami had her hands wrapped around
Claire's tight ass and her face smothered in Claire's
pussy. It wasn't long before Claire's orgasm pulsed.
Again it was weirdly silent. When it stopped, Claire
scooted backwards on her butt and sat on a slope of the
pond's bank, knees drawn up to her chin, staring off
into the dimming light.

While Tishana gathered up our discarded clothes, I
continued to do Sam doggy style. She was moving in
synch with me, backing into every thrust and urging me
on. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah, oh, deeper!"

After the marathon fuckfest, I finally began to feel my
jism building for a blast. I grunted like a bull as I
drove my cock into Sami's eager pussy.

At last, with Sami shouting encouragement and
announcing her own impending climax, my dick swelled.
The moment got closer, closer, closer. I teetered on
the brink, sweat popping out in beads on my forehead.

And then I came, a hot searing blast screaming through
my shaft and spurting into Sami's convulsing cunt.
Great gooey jets of jism shot out. My cock shrank
almost immediately, spent. So was I. So was Sami, who
dropped to the ground as I rolled off her and did the
same.

Somehow -- my memory's a little hazy -- we all ended up
in the pond again. By then it was definitely chilly and
we didn't last long before escaping to dry land. The
cold water at least was enough of a shock to jolt us
into walking back to the camp, naked and exhausted.
Though it was hardly late, I fell into bed -- the cot
having been set upright again -- and was asleep almost
immediately.

Dawn eased me awake with sunlight heating the side of
the tent and the fresh, piney scent of the forest
filling my lungs. After my eyes opened I stayed in bed
awhile, letting the previous day's memories wash over
me. Eventually nature called and I slipped out of the
tent -- keeping quiet so the girls could sleep. I
stumbled -- not literally, thank heavens -- over a
makeshift latrine the girls had established.

On my way back to the tent, it looked as if everyone
else was still out of it. I covered the embers of the
night's campfire with dirt, doing chores while I tried
to decide if I felt any guilt at all or would just
stick around and see what happened next. I put a hand
to my chin. The stubble reminded me I had seen an
overnight kit on a small table next to the cot. I
stepped back inside the tent.

Sue and Sue Two were sitting on the cot, as naked as I
was. Sue had the overnight kit strategically placed on
her lap. "Good morning," she trilled. "Were you looking
for something?"

To be continued ...