Chapter 5
Maggie Valley, NC
David
WHEN I’D JUMPED up to accuse Kevin of going too far, I hadn’t given a second thought to my state of nudity. And in the heat of the moment, I hadn’t succumbed to self-consciousness, although that would have quickly followed had Kevin not embraced me and led me to the guest room. We spent the evening relaxing on the deck, sometimes sitting quietly contemplating the wonderful sounds from the stream and sometimes in conversation with our hosts. Later, we dined on grilled steaks and baked potatoes, which we washed down with one of the bottles of wine that Kevin and I had purchased.
Early Sunday morning, we walked up the mountain with our hosts. Actually, they jogged the two miles or so to the top and were sitting on a log at the side of the road waiting for
