The VaseChapter 16
Taking the same path from the skinny-dipping creek that had led to the old flapper's and my fresh air fuck, it eventually ended after exploring other paths at an overgrown lawn and a hidden building. Forks in the path gave us options. One appeared far less used. I kept glancing at it when we followed a couple other paths, one to some ramshackle houses, nearly shacks, the other back to the creek, and finally pulled our group into its subtle route. A line of pebbles losing their integrity...