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that explained why she was being
    so bitchy to him. After giving her a fast peck on the cheek, he had
    rolled over and promptly fallen asleep.
    Valerie was furious, why did men always assume women were
    only bitches when they were on the rag? Oh no, it couldn‟t
    possibly be that the men they were with were behaving like
    assholes.
    Now Mark was snoring, and all Valerie could think about was
    Hott. Never in her life had she felt such strong emotion after such a
    short time. She could still feel his warm flesh under her fingertips.
    His taste lingered on her lips. As though thinking of the word
    linger, a noxious smell reached her nose, and she realized the two
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    guys had been into the Mexican food, beer and chili—soon the
    entire room reeked. Gross!
    Valerie tossed back the covers and waved her hand in front of
    her nose. She opened the window, air conditioner be damned. She
    would rather be hot and have clean air than cool air and risk being
    asphyxiated. It would seem everything Mark did annoyed her and
    she was finding excuses to be away from him.
    The full moon had settled over the dark water. The
    moonbeam was so beautiful she wished she could dance on it. The
    gentle rustling of the trees below offered her a sweet clean smell of
    fresh air. A loud snuffling came from behind her, invading her
    thoughts.
    Mark rolled over and farted again, it was followed by a loud
    belch. Now that’s attractive. For the thousandth time her mind
    wandered to Hott. Had he been real? Her crotch ached enough,
    and it hadn‟t been her that had gotten up close and personal with
    herself. Hott was real all right, and he was waiting for her.
    Valerie quietly got dressed. She packed a duffel bag with a
    warm blanket and food and water and a bottle of wine. She left a
    note on the table telling Mark she was through with him. They had
    been on again and off again so she doubted he would even care. She
    should have known they were through when she‟d started calling
    him the expletive a month ago.
    Always a good indicator she needed to move on.
    She was hanging on to the concept of a boyfriend. It wasn‟t
    fair to either of them. She walked out the door after grabbing a
    flashlight.
    The path she was on went for a small distance before
    branching off in a different direction. Valerie knew which way to
    go because she had ripped part of her towel and tied it to the tree.
    Even in the dark she could see the mist rolling around. The hairs
    on the back of her neck rose, goose bumps dotted her arms, and
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    she shivered as she stepped over the fallen log, parted the branches
    and slipped through the fog.
    “Hott?” she whispered, feeling a little foolish. What if he had
    gone home? What if it had really been some crazy dream after all?
    “I am here,” came a deep reply.
    Valerie spun around and ended up in his arms. He was kissing
    her until she was breathless. The duffle bag dropped and the wine
    clanked against a tin of homemade cookies. Valerie ended the kiss
    reluctantly. After all, she had eaten today, Hott had not. When
    Valerie backed away from him, Hott gave a shout of surprise,
    scaring her. His mouth hung open in fear, and he took a step back.
    It didn‟t take her long to realize he was afraid of the flashlight. She
    waved it at him.
    “What trickery is this?” he demanded. “How do you make
    light burst forth from your hand?”
    Valerie laughed lightly at his indignant glare. “It‟s called a
    flashlight. And it‟s harmless.”
    She used the light to see into her duffle bag and pulled out the
    blanket. Hott fingered the material looking amazed. He declared it
    to be the softest texture he had ever felt. Even in his travels there
    had never been a finer material. Strong fingers squeezed the
    material into a bunch, then was released and it sprung back into
    place. Valerie told him it was one of the softest fleece blankets she
    owned.
    Soon she