The air had turned cool in the fading light of day and the warmth of the bonfire actually felt good against my skin. I never did change my clothes as I had intended, and was still only wearing my bathing suit top, so most of me was bare. I had covered my bottom half with a pair of shorts and the rest of me with a copious amounts of mosquito spray before joining the group.
I sat down in a spot that Brad had saved for me. A few feet away I saw my neighbor, Kevin, wringing his hands and fidgeting in his seat. While Marianne and I were away in the showers, our camp chef had gone from doing the grilling to being grilled himself. Just not over the fire.
“Truth or dare, Kevin. Just pick one,” Brad was saying. The game was his idea no doubt, because it’s one of his favorites. I swear he enjoyed
