Chapter Four
Breaching Boundaries
Jeri woke to birdsong and the light of dawn shining through the thin but tough nylon of the tent. She was naked atop their overlapping bedrolls; all three of them were. She doubted it had dropped to seventy during the night.
Still a little logy from the booze, she squirmed luxuriously in her comfort. Bob had done an outstanding job choosing level ground without exposed tree roots and clearing it of sticks and stones before pitching the tent. And he’d done it all in the dark, and relatively quickly.
Thinking of Bob made her chuckle at the way they’d left him. This led to the realization that he’d passed her challenge. He’d dutifully spent the entire night in the dreaded ‘hanging wedgie’ of playground legend that she’d heard tall tales of but had never
