Romantic Night of Camping
My boyfriend, Mark, decided that it would be romantic for us to go camping for a night, in the middle of the nearby forest. It will just be the two of us. He fits everything we need into his van. It’s Saturday when we head out. We stop at McDonald’s for lunch on the way. After driving a few hours into the forest, we find a small clearing and start to set up the tent and a fire. For dinner, we roast some hot dogs over the fire as it gets dark. “Looks like we’re all out of hot dogs.” “What about that one?”, I joke, pointing at Mark’s pants. He laughs, “as long as you don’t roast it first.” “Mmmm, let me just have a taste”, as I start to undo his pants. I …