Epilogue
They did not leave the tent until the first trills of birdsong were beginning to sound in the pre-dawn sky. In the tent, Justin belted his slacks around his waist, while Brittany, in the absence of anything else to wear, pulled his polo down over her tousled curls. The hem of the garment barely reached past her perky buttocks, and it was with difficulty that he restrained himself from lifting it up and giving her body an enthusiastic farewell.
They blew out the guttering candles, and darkness fell. Outside, the eastern sky was just beginning to show the faintest hints of gray. When they stepped out into the cool, damp air, the grass was coated with dew, and the gibbous moon was sinking towards the western hills.
“What should we do about the tent?” Justin asked.
“Leave it
