I hear the rustling of footsteps on the long grass outside my tent and lift my head up from my inflatable pillow and peak my ears towards the noise.
It’s the third day of a college trip to the woods outside the city, where me and a few other teachers are guiding some of the better students through some wilderness task as part of some award thing I’m not remotely interested in. It’s too close to the city to be a true challenge, but it’s a nice change of pace from the usual grind of life. And as much as I love my wife and children, getting to sleep alone and even getting to sleep in for once is appreciated.
The noise outside of the tent stops and then I hear a timid voice speak up.
“Knock-knock?”
Emma. Of all the people that were taking part in the field trip, she was perhaps the most timid. She was bookish, with long dark hair and black-rimmed glasses. She was cute in her own way, and he’d not been the only one to notice her impressive rack. It was very well hidden though – she never wore anything provocative.