"I knew I shouldn't have sprung for the tallest model," he grumbles. But he follows her anyway, away from the changing shed and deeper into the woods. Ah, the smell of loam. Erotic.

"I was in the army, honey, the only part of me that people didn't see on a good day was my small intestine. Speaking of, I'll need to run and get a condom if you have plans for anything more involved than heavy petting- I have some in my jacket."