"Okay. See you." Randy waved gaily as they moved out into the water. Eileen stared at the teen who remained on the shore, watching them wistfully. He looked so young, so vulnerable. She saw that Jean was looking that way too.

For about half an hour they skimmed over the blue water. Randy, Luke and the third teen, whose name was Hank, competed with one another to keep the two beautiful older women entertained with stories.

Eileen was a bit nervous at first. She wasn't sure it had been a wise thing to do, to come boating with three young men, one of whom was her lover and Jean's too. Eileen had certain appearances to keep up. She shuddered at the thought of any suspicion being directed her way.

Once she began to respond to the beauty of the day – the bright blue sky, the water with its soft swells that they conquered with dull thuds smacking against the boat's bottom – she relaxed. No one had seen them leave shore. And what if they had? What was wrong with a boat ride on a sunny afternoon, even if their companions were ten years or more, younger than she was? After all, some of the teens at Misty Waters worked as guides. They often had to take out older women. There was nothing special about their case. Eileen felt like laughing at her own paranoia.

Her thoughts were kept busy by the teen's chatter. She could see that Randy was jealous of any attention given the other teens. He acted so much younger than Luke did. He was so much more spontaneous in his stories and comments. Eileen felt a surge of lust for his eagerness. But she could see the attraction of Luke and his friend Hank too. She could see that Luke had captivated Jean. It worried her. She remembered Jean's saying that the teen reminded her of her husband, Todd.

It was not until they had gone quite a distance that Eileen realized they had been heading straight for a small island. She looked around at the distant shores. She could see no more than one or two cabins. They were at the remote end of the lake, where vacationers seldom ventured. Chills ran up and down her spine, part fear, and part perverse excitement. Luke dropped an anchor.