The Swing

September 17th, 2014

Mark put the car into park and leaned on the steering wheel. The large oak tree in front of him framed the cabin that he and Steve split rent on for the week. It was a modest three bedroom that sported an oversized living room and a wraparound porch. He liked the tire swing that hung from one strong limb of the old oak. It made the cabin feel welcoming right away. Behind the cabin and down the hill would be the small lake, with a boat dock and rowboat. Mark thought he could handle sitting on the dock with a beer, but the boat would be off limits.

He was not a water person.

“Are we there?” In the passenger seat, Julie stretched and rubbed her eyes. The drive out had taken a good five hours, and she had spent the last half of the trip napping. He did not blame her. She worked late hours as a bartender and pulled doubles the last few nights so that she would have extra money to shop when they went into town.

“This is it.” Mark opened the car door and walked around to help Julie out. He opened her door and held his hand out to her. She took it with a smile and pulled herself out of the car slowly, letting muscles that would be cramped from the drive slowly loosen and wake up.

Julie was a petite, slender girl – what Mark always thought of as his type. Nice breasts, not too large, just enough to cup them. She was just a little shorter than most girls, enough that Mark at an even six feet could pick her up to kiss her. Her pale skin contrasted her dark, shoulder length hair and deep blue eyes. When he first met her, he thought of her as a dark little angel. His opinion never really changed.

“It’s quaint.” Julie looked over the cabin’s rustic exterior. “You said no internet, right?”

“No internet. No cell service out here, just the phone line. All the luxuries and none of the technology.” Mark put his hands on his hips and breathed in the fresh air. In the distance, the valley gave way to mountains. About five hundred feet from the cabin woods began, and the closest cabin was another quarter mile away after that. “Complete privacy.”

Julie’s eyes settled on the tire swing. “It’s perfect.” She looked back at Mark and the twinkle in her eyes made him stir. “Can I swing?”

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