Adult Camp

Don Parker received an assignment to attend a two-week conference at a secluded educational center in Northern Michigan.

The purpose was to learn the ins and outs of the company’s new ‘employee assistance plan’.

He would run the program at the Memphis facility; helping others with personal problems, in order to make a more productive, happier, work force.

Don was allowed to take Carly, his wife of 16years.

There would be plenty of recreational time for the couple, who were in their mid-thirties.

Glen Smith, from the Boston distribution center, brought his small, Italian wife, Rosa.

They enjoyed sharing three, of the four, daily classes with Don and Carly, and the two couples agreed to hit a bar or two each evening.

None of them were heavy drinkers, but they loved to dance and laugh at each other’s mindless jokes.

Classes each day; unbelievable buffet for each meal; walks around the lodge and through the woods to the deep lake which had been created centuries ago by glaciers; it all presented a lovely setting for friends to enjoy two weeks of company paid vacation.

One morning, Rosa announced that a meteor shower would take place that night; she would like to lie on the beach and watch.



Carly didn’t show up for class that morning; Don explained that she had come down with a case of poison ivy, “But if she doesn’t mind, I’d love to watch it with y’all.”

An hour before dark, Rosa and Don met in the huge main room, “Guess what?” Rosa seemed perplexed, “Glen decided to stay here and watch all his favorite western shows on the big TV in the recreation room.

Sometimes I can’t understand how his mind works, but it looks like just you and I will be joining the rest of the class at the beach.”

Four other married couples and two pairs of ‘newly acquainted’, younger people were already around a small campfire.

It was mid-June, so the nights in upper Michigan were plenty cool.

As the first bright streak was spotted, the group decided there was too much light, so the fire was doused and the couples began spreading out down the beach.

Everyone knew there would be some serious fucking happening, soon.

Don spoke first, “Well, this looks like a nice spot. We can put our blankets side by side and talk while we watch the show.”

After thirty minutes of small talk, listening to love making thirty yards away, and spotting twenty- two meteors, Rosa turned onto her side and propped up on her elbow, “Uh, have you ever cheated on Carly, Don?”

“What? Why would you ask me that? And why would I tell you, if I had?”

“Never mind answering; you just did.”

“Huh?”

“If you hadn’t cheated, you would have just said so.