If you missed Ch. 1, check it out here: [The Sex Kitten – Ch. 1 “Mexican Candy”](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44dur3/the_sex_kitten_ch_1_mexican_candy/)
Being one of the few seniors on the trip, I had the special privilege of getting to sleep in the pastor’s tent with the other student leaders. Pastor Steve was one of the guys; our church was super laid-back and he would even let out the occasional “what the hell” or “damnit” which always left us grinning. Those first two nights in Mexico felt like a kind of fraternity. Of course I didn’t know that then. This is based off of living in an ACTUAL fraternity a couple years later, but… Again. Another story.
The four of us in Steve’s tent stayed up late swapping stories and giggling at everything the way you tend to do when lightly sleep deprived. An hour after Katie had blown me less than six feet away from said pastor, however, and that special privilege felt more like a special kind of perpetual guilt machine.
I laid in my sleeping bag clutching the edge tight against my chin. What the hell was she thinking, pulling that kind of crap on a church trip? It wasn’t just risky, it was irresponsible. It was immature.