Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to the campfire and began helping prepare the many different foods that were being cooked over the open campfire.

The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake that had been cooking next to the fire all morning. Even the icing that went on it was perfect.

After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Stacey said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so that he might write her once in awhile. Stacey told him to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was never opened by other members of her family. Thomas laughed and whispered to her that he would write her with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had if Stacey would do the same in return.

The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours. We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house. Pulling onto the street where Dave and Stacey lived, I saw my brother riding his bike at the far end. Dave tooted the horn on the car and we pulled into their driveway.

My brother, Mark, came peddling up to the car and asked us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said it had been great. Dave said they were going inside, get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to go with us. Mark said sure and parked his bike at the edge of the garage.

I noticed the way that Stacey was now looking at Mark. She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at. Mark cuts a pretty good figure in his nike shorts and fishnet tee-shirt.