TOM WOKE UP WITH A sigh, and a bit of a hard-on. He got up and poured himself a cup of the coffee from the coffee maker that someone had forgotten to turn off last night. The coffee was a bit burnt, but it was also strong. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it, then went to sit on the lawn chair outside beside the still smoldering campfire.
He had just about finished the cigarette off when he caught a whiff of Lavender; it seemed to be thin but pervasive. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a movement. He quickly turned toward it, and saw a statuesque black girl, with everything in the right place. There was a bicycle lying on its side in the sand nearby, obviously her means of transportation.
He motioned her over with a smile. She seemed a little shy in her approach, but approach she
