She turned back to the tent. Inside…
She found she was blushing. Inside was easily big enough for eight people, dimly lit in a sort of orangy-pink shade, the floor covered in cushions and blankets like a giant nest or some sort of orgy den. “You… unfolded the tent.”
“Of course I did. Shoes off, clothes on, go on in, in with you. I’ll see you in eight or nine hours with a big meal.”
Lina stumbled in; Jackson followed. Dylan and Ethan were still bowing.
“Come on in, come on,” she coaxed. Dylan stood first.
“You know — you know my dad’s going to be pissed.” Continue reading