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My Summer Vacation
by Levi Charon (xebpy@mail.com)

***

A college student feels that an assigned essay is 
stupid and decides to spice it up in the interest of 
interest. (MF, oral, fantasy, rom)

***

Oh, PUH-LEEZE! Did she just say that? Did a twenty-
first century professor of literature and composition 
assign an essay on 'My Summer Vacation' to her class 
of twenty-first century students? I believe the last 
time I was given this assignment was in the fourth 
grade.

Professor Hixon continued, "You can make it as long or 
as short as you want as long as it's at least a 
thousand words. You can use as much slang, idiom and 
dialogue as you want. This essay will be graded on 
originality and its ability to hold the interest of 
the reader. Are there any questions?"

I held up my hand.

"Yes, Sean."

"Does it have to be true or can we create something?"

"Well, I'd like it to have at least an element of 
truth in it but you're free to spice it up in the 
interest of interest. I don't intend to challenge your 
honesty but try not to get too carried away. Are there 
any other questions? No? OK, see you next week."

I was still grumbling to myself as I walked across 
campus to my dorm room. This is about the dumbest 
thing I've ever heard. 'Spice it up' she says. Well, 
I'll give her some spice.

I'd like to have given her something else; my hard 
dick! Janet Hixon was a knock-out; tall and willowy, 
raven hair falling half way down her back and a body 
good for hours of fantasizing. I had signed up for 
this comp class just to be able to sit and admire her 
beauty for three hours a week. Oh well, life's full of 
trade-offs. A stupid essay for the privilege of ogling 
Janet Hixon's ass isn't too bad a swap I guess.

I had to think about what to write for a couple of 
days. The only real break in an otherwise somewhat 
boring summer was the weeklong camping trip in the 
Wheeler wilderness area in southern Colorado. The 
scenery there is fantastic and, from time to time, I 
crave the sense of solitude you can only get in the 
deep forests. As much as I enjoyed the trip, there 
weren't a whole hell of a lot of exciting things to 
write about. I didn't wrestle any grizzlies or 
anything. I just took my time enjoying the view and 
filling up the memory card in my camera with pix.

But there was an idea beginning to form in my devious 
little mind. The more I thought about it, the more 
compelled I was to carry it out. It would probably get 
me into a world of shit, but I couldn't resist. Oh, 
the confidence of youth! I sat down in front of my 
computer with a mug of tea, took a deep breath and 
waded in:

My Summer Vacation
By: Sean O'Reilly

I love the outdoors. Exploring back trails in the deep 
woods is just about my favorite pastime and I seldom 
pass up an opportunity to indulge it. Last summer it 
was in a southern Colorado wilderness area. I knew I 
might run across one or two people like myself but 
mostly I'd be alone with the pristine mountains and my 
thoughts.

I spent a day getting my gear together before driving 
up to an old abandoned sawmill at the end of a dirt 
trail that wasn't much more than a cow path. That was 
as far as I could go in my old second-hand Land 
Cruiser. From then on, I was on foot. You might try it 
on an ATV but I think you'll wish you hadn't. 

If you're not an outdoors person, I don't think you 
can appreciate the sense of exhilaration and freedom 
that comes from looking back and seeing no signs of 
civilization; no highways, no McDonalds, no eye-
stinging pollution. By the end of the day, my camp 
would be about eight miles up the mountain. My only 
concessions to technology were my cell phone, my e-
book and a solar charger taped to the top of my 
backpack. So sue me!

I pitched my tent a few yards from the rock formations 
that gave the place its name, Wheeler Geologic Area. I 
built a little fire pit and started to heat water for 
some bland but filling dehydrated food. If I was lucky 
I might snag a couple of brook trout from the little 
stream that ran through the clearing. I've never once 
suffered pizza and beer withdrawal symptoms on a 
camping trip.

Just as I leaned back against my pack to relax and sip 
some soup, I heard first a 'Whoa!', then 'Ouch!', and 
ending with 'Oh, fuck!' coming from the rock 
formations behind me. I set my soup down and trotted 
up the path into the rocks. Around a tight bend I 
found a woman sitting on her butt and rubbing her 
ankle.

"Are you OK, Miss?"

"No, I'm not OK if you must know!" She appeared to be 
in pain or pissed or both. Probably both. But then her 
expression softened a little and she managed a 
friendly smile. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. It just 
makes me angry when I do dumb things. I was climbing 
up that rock to get a better view when I got over-
balanced and started to fall backwards, so I turned 
and jumped. I guess I came down with my ankle turned 
under. I'm pretty sure I've got at least a bad strain 
if not a sprain and here I am at least day's hike from 
anywhere."

"I'll be happy to look at if you'd like. I'm no doctor 
but I used to be a trainer for our football team and 
I've taken an EMT course. At least I know how to wrap 
it if it comes to that."

"Then you know more than I do. Thanks for offering."

I kneeled down to unlace her boot. She winced and 
sucked air through her teeth as I pulled it off 
followed by her heavy wool sock. The ankle was already 
beginning to swell so I was pretty sure she had at 
least a sprain. I looked at her and shook my head. "It 
needs ice but, unless you have some in your back 
pocket, we're out of luck. You're not going to be able 
to walk on this."

"Shit!" Tears of frustration were welling up in her 
beautiful brown eyes. "What the hell am I supposed to 
do now?"

"First we need to wrap it. Wait here, I'll be right 
back." I had forgotten about the instant cold-pack in 
my first aid kit. I brought that and a three-inch Ace 
bandage. After the ankle was properly wrapped, I 
helped her slide her wool sock on over it with the 
cold-pack tucked inside.

I stood up and looked around. "Is your camp close by?"

"Down to the end of the path and turn left."

"I guess we're neighbors. I just set up around to the 
right in the clearing."

"Yeah, I thought I heard something."

I helped her up onto her good foot and put my arm 
around her waist and her arm over my shoulder. We 
managed to get to the bottom of the path before she 
had to sit down. "This pain is getting pretty bad. I 
don't suppose you have any aspirin or Tylenol, do 
you?"

"In fact, I do. Do you think you can make it another 
few yards or would you like me to carry you?"

"I can make it."

We hobbled to my camp and got her settle on a blanket 
with her foot elevated. I gave her two industrial 
strength painkillers and some water.

"If you want, I've got a flask of brandy in my pack 
and some water heated up for coffee."

She smiled and nodded her head.

I poured a couple of ounces in a cup and added instant 
coffee and water. I asked her name as I handed her the 
cup.

"Jane. Jane Dixon. And yours?"

"Sean O'Reilly. Nice to meet you Jane. Sorry it wasn't 
under more pleasant circumstances. You know, that 
ankle is going to restrict your movement quite a bit. 
Why don't I move your camp over here next to mine?"

"I guess that would be a lot more convenient but I 
hate to put you through so much trouble."

"Not a problem. Just relax and I'll go get your 
stuff."

As I busied myself getting her tent set up next to 
mine, I kept stealing glances at her. She really was 
an attractive woman; almost as tall as I am, raven 
hair cascading halfway down her back and a body that 
invited lust. I almost asked her what she was doing 
out alone in the wilderness but caught myself before I 
wound up looking like a complete idiot. How sexist 
would that have been?

After a couple more laced coffees and two more pain 
pills, the throbbing must have eased up because she 
was looking a lot more relaxed. We spent the rest of 
the afternoon trading stories about our lives and our 
plans for the future. Turns out she's a professor of 
literature and composition at the same university I 
attend. Fancy that! The sun was warm and pleasant and 
during a lull in the conversation, she drifted off to 
sleep. She looked so sweet and innocent I just wanted 
to hug her. I didn't, though.

Maybe two hours later, I shook her shoulder gently to 
wake her up. "Hey, Jane, supper's ready. We've got 
chicken soup with dumplings, rehydrated, of course. 
Are you hungry?"

Looking up with sleepy eyes, she said, "Well, aren't 
you sweet. I'm starved enough to try it without the 
water. Help me up?" With me supporting her she hopped 
over to a big rock and sat.

"That brandy must have really done a job on me. How 
long was I asleep?"

"A couple of hours, I guess. How's your ankle?"

"Pretty sore but I'll live. The question is how do I 
get myself back to civilization?"

"I've been thinking about that and I've come up with a 
few options. I've already tried my cell phone and 
there's no signal here so that's out. We can rig up a 
crutch for you but the terrain is too rugged to make 
any time on the trail. I think our best plan is to sit 
tight. Since today is Friday, I'm thinking sooner or 
later other campers are going to come along. I figure 
we can ask one of them to notify the Forestry Service 
and they can either chopper you out or send up a crew 
to carry you down in a stokes stretcher. What do you 
think?"

"Damn, Sean. I'd be embarrassed to be so much trouble. 
How long do you think it'll be before I can walk on 
this ankle?"

"You shouldn't even consider walking on it until it's 
been x-rayed. We don't know how bad the damage is; it 
could even be broken. If the swelling has gone down 
and there's not much pain in the morning, we could try 
walking out. Do you need to be someplace soon?"

"No, I'm only four days into a month vacation so I'm 
in no rush, but I don't want to be messing up your 
schedule."

"Not a problem because I don't have a schedule. I'm 
just out here to get away from it all and you seem 
like a nice person to get away from it all with. You 
can count on me for the duration."

"That helps to put my mind at ease. Why don't we give 
it a day or two then, if it's not too much trouble."

"We'll be fine. We've got plenty of food and I know 
there are brookies in that stream over there."

She sighed and smiled up at me, "I can't believe how 
lucky I am that you happened to be nearby."

Pulling a collapsible canvas bucket out of my pack, I 
said, "I'm going to go wash some of the day's smell 
off me. Yell if you need anything."

"I need something," she yelled and laughed. "I hate 
being such a pest but I really need to pee."

"Oh, sure, I should have thought of that. There's a 
good spot over there behind the rock. I'll dig a 
latrine in the trees later." After she took care of 
business and we got her settled again, I started for 
the stream to get cleaned up.

"Want me to bring you some water for washing up?"

"Yes, that'd be great! You can do my back." She was 
kidding, of course but it was a pleasant thought 
anyhow.

I'll never get used to washing in icy water but it's 
either that or stink. When I got back, she had managed 
to strip down to a T-shirt and shorts generating 
fantasies of intimacy, especially when I saw by the 
two little protrusions on the front of her T-shirt she 
wasn't wearing a bra. And that she didn't need one.

Looking for any opportunity to ingratiate myself to 
her, I offered to warm part of the water in a pan on 
the fire. She accepted but protested that I was 
spoiling her. It only took a few minutes and earned me 
a little kiss on the cheek when I set the pan down in 
front of her. Aside from meeting her, that was the 
high point of my day.

"I'll take a walk while you wash up." I headed into 
the wooded area with my axe looking for a particular 
size and shape of tree to make a crutch. I found 
exactly the one I wanted, a small aspen that branched 
in exactly the right places. I cut it down and trimmed 
it before heading back. When I was maybe twenty yards 
from the edge of the wood, I could see through the 
trees that Jane was still washing herself. She had 
taken her T-shirt off exposing her absolutely awesome 
breasts. I couldn't help myself; I just sat down and 
watched. After she was done, I gave myself a couple of 
minutes to let my woody deflate and noisily tromped 
through some brush so she'd know I was coming.

"Found it!"

"Found what?"

"I'm going to make you a crutch so you can be a little 
more mobile."

"Oh," she pouted, "I was so enjoying using you as a 
crutch. Just kidding! I'm not sure I've ever met a 
real live Good Samaritan before. Well, as long as I'm 
taking advantage of your kindness, do you have any of 
that brandy left? I got a chill from washing."

"You bet. Should I heat up some water for more coffee 
or would you prefer it neat?"

"Straight would be fine," she said holding out her 
cup. "And just a little bit. You must be thinking I'm 
a real booze hound."

"Not at all. Actually I was thinking you're a real 
fox." My brash nature must have gotten the best of me 
for a moment. "Oops! Sorry, that might have been a 
little too forward of me."

She laughed. "I gratefully accept the compliment. I 
was just thinking how lucky I was to be rescued by 
such a good-looking guy so we're even."

As the sun set and the temperature dropped, Colorado's 
infamous mosquitoes began buzzing around hungrily. I 
think they have a particular liking for insect 
repellent. "It's probably about time to retreat into 
the tents, Jane. Is there anything you need from me 
before I zip up for the night?"

"No, thanks. Just one more trip to the lady's but I 
can manage with the crutch. Thanks for making that, by 
the way. It works great. See you in the morning."

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the 
sound of thunder and wind. Then I heard Jane outside 
the tent.

"Sean!"

She sounded distressed. I unzipped the flap and poked 
my head out. "Is there something wrong?"

"Um, you're going to think this is stupid but 
thunderstorms scare the hell out of me, especially 
when I'm alone. Would you mind sharing your tent for 
the rest of the night?" Somehow, her being afraid of 
storms didn't compute, but who was I to look a gift 
horse in the mouth?"

"Of course not. Let's get your sleeping bag in here. 
You know what? These mountain thunderstorms can get 
pretty impressive. I'm going to stuff the packs and 
the rest of the gear in your tent if you're not going 
to use it." 

After I got it all stowed and zipped up, I crawled 
back into my tent just as the rain arrived. It was 
quite a storm with heavy rain and lots of thunder and 
lightning, but fortunately the wind wasn't gale force. 
Maybe Jane wasn't joking about being afraid; with 
every crash of thunder, she would squeeze her eyes 
shut and duck her head down into the sleeping bag.

"God, I hate storms!" During the brief lightning 
flashes I could see she was really scared, actually 
trembling.

There was only one gentlemanly thing to do. "Jane, 
unzip your sleeping bag."

"What for?"

"Just do it! I'm going to zip them together and then I 
can hold you."

That got her attention. "Jeez Sean, you're a saint!"

We were sharing a double sleeping bag within a minute. 
She scooted her backside against my front and I hugged 
her to me with my nose buried in her hair. "Just try 
to relax now, OK? Nothing's going to hurt you."

"I wish I'd taken some more Tylenol. My ankle is 
starting to throb again."

"I thought you might so I've got it right here. Got 
the brandy too if you want a snort."

She turned and looked at me for a moment, then broke 
into a laugh. "You must have been one hell of a boy 
scout. Is there anything you're not prepared for?"

'Faint heart never won fair lady' as Cervantes said, 
so I just came out with it. "As you probably noticed, 
I wasn't prepared to be holding a beautiful woman 
against me in the middle of the night." I was 
referring of course, to the prominent erection pressed 
into the crack of her butt with only her panties and 
my briefs between us.

"Yeah, I was enjoying that. Well, that's something I 
can help you with but first I'd like those Tylenol and 
that snort." She swallowed four pills and a good ounce 
of brandy. I hoped her liver was in good shape. "Let's 
give this a chance to take effect before we deal with 
your issue. Meanwhile, a little back rub and front rub 
might help take my mind off the pain and the storm."

She wiggled her butt against my dick and, taking my 
hand, guided it up under her T-shirt to her firm, 
silky smooth breasts. I couldn't help but make little 
thrusting motions with my hips as I kissed her neck 
and rubbed my fingertips over her hardening nipples. I 
remember feeling glad that I had brushed my teeth.

"That feels nice," she whispered. "You have very 
gentle hands among all your other wonderful 
qualities." She sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her 
head, then lay on her back, guiding my head to her 
tits and moving my hand down to her crotch. Between 
the two of us, we had her panties off in no time. I 
broke contact for a few seconds to shed my underwear 
and quickly got back to business. As I slid my hand 
through her dense bush finding her labia already wet 
and swollen, she found my cock and stroked its 
length."

"Ooh, Sean! Somehow I knew you'd have the perfect 
cock. I hope you have a condom because I'm anxious to 
find out how it fits." 

All the air dropped right out of my sails. "Uh, no I 
don't. Sorry, I wasn't really planning on having an 
opportunity like this."

She squeezed my erection and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry 
too. I had to stop taking the pill because it was 
causing some problems." She looked at me and grinned. 
"Well, that doesn't mean we can't still have some fun. 
Turn yourself around here and I'll trade you a blowjob 
for a tongue job. How's that?"

"Ms. Dixon, it would be a pleasure."

We turned toward each other on our sides. Her hand 
gripped the shaft of my cock and guided it toward her 
lips as I buried my face between her legs and licked 
her pussy like an all-day lollipop. The heady aroma of 
her sex was intoxicating, adding so much to the 
already exquisite pleasure of feeling her warm, wet 
mouth ministering to my throbbing erection. I'm enough 
of a gentleman to not ask where she learned her skills 
but this girl was no beginner in the oral sex 
department. Her tongue moving around the glans sent 
little electric charges into my belly making me thrust 
forward in an effort to bury myself in her throat, but 
she had a firm grasp on my shaft controlling how much 
I could get into her.

I concentrated on stimulating her clitoris with my 
tongue and fucking her vagina with my fingers. As 
sexually charged as I was, I still tried to keep the 
pace slow to make it last as long as I could. I 
managed about fifteen minutes and elicited at least 
two orgasms from her before she sent me over the top 
by rubbing her fingertip over my anus while she 
crammed half my cock down her throat. I don't know how 
much semen I fired into her mouth but I'll bet my 
prostate shrank down to the size of a raisin.

I got turned back around and kissed her luscious lips. 
"Jane, you are a wonder! I've developed a whole new 
love for thunderstorms."

She giggled, "I think I have too.

The next morning it was sunny and warm when we crawled 
out of the tent. I helped Jane get her jeans on, then 
busied myself hauling water and getting breakfast 
started as she hobbled her way on her crutch to the 
latrine in the trees.

I cooked oatmeal and added some chopped walnuts and 
raisins plus a special treat, one of my favorite 
indulgences, a big dollop of raw honey. The lady said 
she wasn't especially partial to oatmeal but my 
concoction changed her mind. She had two bowls.

When we were done and everything cleaned up, I kneeled 
down in front of her and said, "OK, let's see what it 
looks like this morning." I slid her wool sock off and 
unwrapped the Ace bandage. Unfortunately, the whole 
foot from her toes to above the anklebone was colored 
a deep purple; definitely at least a bad sprain. Her 
toes were warm and I could feel a dorsal pedal pulse 
so I wasn't worried about impaired circulation.

She shook her head and sighed, "What, now, Doctor 
O'Reilly?"

"Let's see if we can at least get some of the swelling 
down." I helped her to her good foot and got her to 
the ice-cold stream about ten yards away. "Keep your 
foot in the water for as long as you can, then we'll 
wrap it again." It helped but it wasn't a cure.

By mid-afternoon, we still hadn't seen a soul. I still 
had enough painkillers for a couple more days but if 
someone didn't come along by the next morning, we'd 
have to come up with a plan to get her down the 
mountain.

"You know what really pisses me off?" she asked as we 
were lying in the weeds soaking up the sun. "I came up 
here specifically to explore those rock formations and 
now I can't."

"I think I can say with some confidence that those 
rocks aren't going anywhere anytime soon," I kidded.

"How clever of you to deduce that." She was not 
amused.

"Sorry. I'm still young enough that I occasionally 
lapse into smartass mode."

"No, I'm sorry. I guess my sense of humor's stretched 
a little thin right now. Can I ask how old you are?"

"Twenty. I'll be a junior this next quarter."

"Have you taken any of my classes? I don't remember 
seeing you in any of them."

"No, I haven't but I intend to remedy that ASAP."

"I'll look forward to it! Somehow I think you'll do 
well."

I couldn't resist asking, "Are you married or in a 
relationship?"

She smiled. "You're smart, Sean, but subtlety isn't 
your strong point is it?"

Blushing, I conceded that it wasn't. "You have to give 
a guy credit for trying to assess his chances. I think 
you're about the most appealing woman I've ever met."

"Ditto for me, Sean but I'm also ten years older than 
you. I'd enjoy spending some quality sack time with 
you, discretely of course if it's around campus, but I 
hope you don't have any illusions that anything 
permanent or even long-term could develop between us. 
My career is the most important thing in my life right 
now."

"I'm young but I'm not naïve. I'd be grateful for 
every minute we could spend together." I raised up on 
my elbow and leaned over to kiss her gently on the 
lips. Her arms circled my neck, pulling me into a 
passionate lip-lock complete with dueling tongues. My 
hand explored her breasts as my cock strained against 
the confines of my shorts.

Jane broke our kiss and smiled up at me, "You know I 
still want to feel you inside me. Do you think you 
could exercise enough control to pull out before you 
come?"

"I know you should never trust anyone who says 'trust 
me' but you can trust me. You know I'd never do 
anything that would cause you any grief."

"Then why don't we enjoy a nice, slow, sensuous fuck, 
Sean?"

Grinning from ear to ear, I got onto my knees and 
pulled her T-shirt over her head, stopping for a 
moment to admire her gorgeous breasts. My anxious 
fingers unbuttoned her shorts and tugged the zipper 
down. She wasn't wearing her panties. She raised her 
butt to allow me to draw her shorts down her long, 
beautiful legs and toss them off to the side. 


In seconds, I was kneeling naked beside her, my dick 
swollen to its maximum size and bouncing with each 
heartbeat. I kissed her hair, her forehead, her lips 
and whispered, "Since you're temporarily an invalid, 
why don't you let me take care of your needs?"

She raised her head and licked my lips, "Be my guest."

"Roll over."

Jane got comfortable on her tummy and closed her eyes, 
smiling in anticipation. My fingertips began moving 
across her shoulders, barely touching the skin, then 
drifted down her arms and back up to her neck. I've 
had this done to me before and the sensation is 
delicious. At a snail's pace, I continued down her 
spine, moving side to side and eventually reaching her 
enticing ass. As my fingers traced down the crack, she 
moved her legs apart to allow access to my ultimate 
goal, but I was careful not to touch it, moving 
instead down the outsides of her legs and up the 
insides to very near to where her labia were becoming 
moist, erect and opening in invitation. I leaned down 
and lightly kissed her neck causing a little shiver. 
This pattern continued for maybe ten minutes before I 
asked her to turn onto her back.

Her eyes remained closed as my feather touch continued 
from her forehead, brushing her eyelids, her nose, her 
cheeks, then down her neck to her breasts. Even before 
I touched them, her nipples were hard and erect. I 
rubbed them softly for a few seconds before continuing 
down her belly and into her dense, black bush. Again 
avoiding the labia and clitoris, I moved down the 
outsides of her legs and up the insides to within an 
inch of her now very wet sex. I continued moving up 
and down her body like this until she whispered with a 
shuddering breath, "I'm loving this but when are you 
going to fuck me?"

"Soon, beautiful lady, soon."

I traded fingertips for lips and the tip of my tongue, 
alternately kissing and licking a hundred places from 
her hair to her toes, again missing her pussy now 
demonstrably craving attention. Every time I got near 
it, her legs would involuntarily open.

Finally, because my need for her was as great as her 
need for me, I spread her legs wide and moved between 
them. I licked and sucked on the engorged labia and 
clit until her orgasm caused her hips to buck and she 
actually squirted her juice onto my face. That was the 
cue for my body to slid up over hers and for my cock 
to slip smoothly into her vagina. When I was 
completely in as far as I could go, I stopped, just 
letting my cock rest there as I hugged her tightly and 
mashed my mouth into hers, searching for her tongue 
and reveling in her taste.

Her vaginal muscles began a rhythmic contraction 
around my dick as if it were trying to milk the semen 
out of it. My response was to move inside her just 
enough to maintain a continuous gentle stimulation. My 
aim was to stretch out the sensation for as long as I 
could. I managed several more minutes before I felt 
the tide of orgasm rise in spite of any efforts to 
slow it.

"I'm getting close!" I pulled almost all the way out 
and slid back in with a forceful thrust, pushing my 
pelvis hard against her. Now it was a rush to the end, 
penetrating her with full, impassioned strokes until 
there was no holding back. I had no sooner pulled out 
of her than steams of semen shot out across her belly 
and breasts. We both cried out with blissful abandon, 
straining against each other and finally collapsing 
together to catch our breath, smearing my cum over our 
chests and bellies.

"Ohmygod, Sean! I've never been made love to like 
that, ever! This is going to make the pages of my 
diary curl up from the heat."

"Just say the word, beautiful woman and we'll do a 
replay."

"You can count on that. Right now I need some recovery 
time and another round of booze and Tylenol."

I wiped our bodies with her T-shirt and got her meds 
and the brandy along with a clean T-shirt.

It was getting on toward evening and we still hadn't 
seen another human being. What's more, since the 
weekend was half over, there was a good chance we 
wouldn't. I was still worried about her ankle and 
decided to strongly suggest we get her down off the 
mountain.

"Jane, where did you park your car?"

"I didn't. My brother drove me to the sawmill. He's 
supposed to come back Wednesday to get me."

"I don't think we should wait that long to get you to 
some professional medical help. I think we should 
leave tomorrow morning."

"How, Sean? I sure can't walk that far even with the 
crutch. Then there's that rocky slide area we have to 
climb down."

"I know but I have a plan. I'll pack everything up and 
stash it in one of the caves in the rocks along with a 
note in case somebody finds it. If we start early, we 
can probably get to the slide by noon. I'll carry you 
piggy-back any place the terrain is too rough and 
drive you to the hospital in Alamosa."

"But I weigh a hundred and thirty pounds on a good 
day. I can see you're a big, strong guy but that's 
asking a lot."

"I don't see that we have any choice, Jane. I thought 
for sure help would come along by now but it looks 
like that isn't going to happen. You don't want to 
take a chance that the damage to your ankle could 
become permanent." I grinned at her, "Besides, the 
brandy's almost gone and so is the Tylenol."

She considered it for a while and then nodded her head 
in agreement. "I guess you're right but you're in for 
one helluva hike."

"Good! First thing I need to do is to fold one of my 
T-shirts into a small pad and duct-tape it to the 
bottom of your crutch. That'll keep it from sinking 
into the dirt. Then I'll explore the rocks for a cave. 

"Duct tape? You carry duct tape when you go camping?"

"Yeah, a small roll. There are certain things you just 
shouldn't be without. Duct tape is the best 'quick 
fix' invention in the last hundred years."

It wasn't easy to control myself but I didn't do any 
body groping during the night, figuring she needed all 
the rest she could get in preparation for our hike 
down the mountain. We were up at dawn and made do with 
a cold breakfast of trail mix and water. It took me an 
hour to get everything packed up and stowed in the 
cave.

Jane was becoming pretty skilled at moving on the 
crutch so we made better time than I thought we would. 
We had to rest about every fifteen minutes and there 
were a couple of marshy area I had to carry her across 
but we still got to the slide area about eleven. 

I dug out a can of peanuts and some chocolate bars for 
lunch. After about a half hour rest, I stood and 
tipped my hat, "Afternoon, Ma'am. Could I offer you a 
lift somewhere?"

"Why, Suh! What kind of woman do you think I am?" she 
came back in her best Blanche DuBois impersonation.

"Ma'am, I think you're the kind of woman I'd just love 
to have close personal contact with." I squatted down 
in front of her and called out, "All aboard!"

The climb down the slide area was painfully slow and 
bordered on harrowing at times but we made the two 
hundred yard descent in about an hour. After another 
half hour rest, it was only two more hours to my Land 
Cruiser. 

We made it to the hospital in Alamosa about six. I 
hung around the waiting room until they were done with 
her exam and x-rays. The nurse poked her head out the 
door and said Jane wanted to see me.

She was on a wheeled cart and was wearing one of the 
hospital gowns that everyone loves to hate. "Looks 
like you made the right decision, Sean. There's a 
piece of bone broken off at the joint and they need to 
fix it into place with a couple of screws. Looks like 
I'll be here for at least two days. The doctor gives 
you kudos for the way you took care of me. We were 
lucky the orthopedic surgeon was here on a scheduled 
visit. He looked at the x-rays and said he'd go ahead 
and do it this evening since it would only take about 
a half an hour."

"OK. I'll get a room at a motel and head back to get 
our stuff in the morning. Why don't you call your 
brother and tell him you have a ride home?"

"Oh, Sean, I feel terrible about ruining your 
vacation."

"Sweet Lady, you didn't ruin my vacation. You made my 
vacation. I'll probably write a story about this 
someday. Give me a kiss and I'll see you tomorrow 
evening."

Carrying two full backpacks down the mountain was 
about the same load as carrying Jane but not nearly so 
enjoyable. 

I got back to the hospital about seven that evening 
and stayed with her until the nurse kicked me out. She 
was sporting a cast from her toes to just below her 
knee. The house doctor signed her release the next 
morning. They also provided a pair of proper crutches 
but she insisted on keeping my make-do job as a 
souvenir. 

As we were headed out of town, Jane asked me to pull 
into a little strip mall. She handed me fifty bucks 
and asked if I could pick up a couple of items for 
her.

"Sure. What do you need?"

"Two things. First, go to that liquor store and get a 
fifth of Hennessy cognac to replace the brandy you 
were kind enough to share. Then go to the drug store 
and get a box of condoms that I hope you'll be kind 
enough to share."


***


I put my essay into a blue folder and handed it in at 
the next class. I expected it would get me a solid 
reprimand, but I guess that would depend on what she 
decided to do with it.

The next class, I sat in my seat with my heart rate 
somewhat accelerated, waiting for the bomb to drop. 
Professor Hixon handed the essays back to their owners 
with the exception of mine. My heart sank as visions 
of it being in the hands of the Dean crossed my brain.

She stood in front of the class looking as gorgeous as 
ever and said, "Overall, I was pleased with your 
essays. Some needed a little more thought, some were 
well constructed, most were interesting. One in 
particular stood out, though. Mr. O'Reilly extended 
himself and created quite a good short story. He earns 
high marks for his use of slang, idiom and dialogue 
and he certainly felt no constraints in the 'spicing-
up' department. It most certainly held my interest. It 
was my intention to have him read it aloud to the 
class but I'm afraid I left it at home. If you'll see 
me after class, Sean, I give you my address and you 
can come by and pick it up. There are also one or two 
points about it I'd like to discuss with you."

As I left the classroom feeling like I had just been 
handed a reprieve by the governor, Professor Hixon 
handed me a folded piece of paper with her address. 
Under the address, it said, "I've got some excellent 
cognac if you'd like to share a drink with me."

END