Doing good things for the Church was what Andie did and nothing said helping the community like taking the local kids away for the final week of the holidays. She’d been part of this church organised trip herself when she’d been little and once she’d been old enough, under her father’s eye, she’d been the most eager out of everyone to volunteer. It was lovely to see so many of the children getting away from their boring small-town lives to go see another more isolated area of small town backwoods. But, no matter how backwood, the lakeside cabins were very quaint and the view across the lake was rather pretty.
somewhere behind her, on the breeze carrying through the trees, she could hear the noise from the mess hall. the chefs and volunteers were getting ready for the lunch run tomorrow when the children would arrive. all the staff just had to come the day in advance to make sure they knew where everything was. Andie had wandered away from everyone, her small bible tucked into the back pocket of her denim shorts. The late evening was getting cooler but she didn’t feel the chill in her shorts and bikini top. It was the only time she’d ever wear it.
The rest of the time is made her feel a bit naughty. Not that she hadn’t been feeling more naughty lately. Waking up wet. Rubbing her thighs together. Wondering whether her own fingers would feel like Paxton’s had in the dream. She doubted it. Sighing, she pinched her nose. Sinful. Sinful thoughts. She pulled her bible out of her pocket and turned toward the lake. The sound of footsteps got her attention before she’d even began reading. And when she saw her she didn’t know where the heat went to first. “What on God’s Earth are you doing here?” She barked, staring straight at Paxton. “You’re not supposed to be here.” She felt heat on her neck. “No, I’m calling daddy.” @greasemonkeywrites