camping

My husband and I want our children to get the “full” camping experience, therefore we don’t let them have air mattresses. Jacob didn’t complain, he just laid down on top of one of my children’s sleeping bags.

“If you promise to behave, you can share the air mattress,” I consented. Jacob laughed, but joined me on the opposite side.

“Thank you,” he replied.

“Just make yourself comfortable,” I told him.

“But you told me to behave!” he quipped with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not understanding what he was saying.

“I usually only sleep in my boxers,” he explained. “But I’ll behave tonight!”

“Well,” I said slowly, “I suppose you can make yourself comfortable. I promise not to peek!” With that, I turned over so I was facing away from him and turned off the lantern.

I could hear him making rustling noises behind me, and then I felt him climb back onto the mattress. Although I had promised not to look, it took all the willpower I had not to glance behind me. I kept thinking about seeing him naked pounding that girl in his tent.