They meet at Thursday Happy Hour; Saturday a drive in the country. At the reservoir, they squeeze through the fence, clambering down through the trees. Grinning, they strip and plunge in, kissing, then stumble back to the rocky edge, where she flops down for him. Then she points to his foot and a shattered jar amid the rocks. ”You’re bleeding...” They use his shirt to bind his foot but he can’t drive. Pale and distracted, he’s jiggering a story for the wife. Driving, Bethany calls her roommate to pick her up at the cross street near his house.
Elizabeth F.
12/4/2016 10:54:40 am
Is there more to the story? My interest has been piqued! :) Comments are closed.
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