Chapter 1

July 20, 1977 – Mt. Lebanon, outside Pittsburgh, PA

Pattie Zuniga, a pretty 14-year-old brunette was sitting on her bed facing her best friend, Susan Thomas, who was sitting across the room in Pattie’s bean bag chair. Pattie’s bedroom was decorated in pink with piles of cute stuffed animals. A poster of Leif Garrett on the wall was the one indication that Pattie was no longer a little girl. The teen heart throb with curly golden hair down to his collar stared down at the two teenaged girls.

“What are you going to do now that Frankie is gone?” Susan asked.

“I can’t believe it all happened so quickly,” Pattie marveled. “Three weeks ago, we were great couple with a future and then boom! His dad gets laid off from the steel plant and then they’re gone to North Carolina. It all happened so fast.”

“It sure did,” Susan agreed. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to miss Frankie,” Pattie replied. “I’ll mourn losing him. He was a great boyfriend. We had so much fun together.”

“Like in bed?” Susan said. “I still can’t believe you let him go all the way with you last Easter. Tony and I talk about. He wants to but it scares the crap out of me. What if Tony gets me pregnant?”

“It’s 1977, girl,” Pattie answered. “Rubbers are easy to get. They give them away at school. We are in the age of liberation. Sex is fun. Protect yourself and join the fun.”

“That is what Tony tells me,” Susan replied. “What happens if you forget to put the rubber on in the heat of the moment? It can happen.”

“Truth be told, it happened to Frankie and me our first time,” Pattie admitted. “The Monday after Easter when he came over ... we didn’t plan to go all the way that afternoon. We were going to stop at rubbing ourselves together with our underwear on.”

“Dry humping?” Susan asked.

“Yeah, dry humping,” Pattie agreed. “Rubbing together feels even better with your underwear off. Too good as a matter of fact. Next thing I know, I am begging Frankie to stuff me with his dick.”

“Didn’t it hurt when he put it in?”

“I lost my hymen years ago,” Pattie answered. “His dick stuffed me but it didn’t hurt going in. It felt really nice once Frankie got started. Really ... really nice.”

“You two didn’t have any protection the first time?” Susan gasped. “How could you take that chance?”

“It felt right,” Pattie answered. “We did sweat for the next week and a half until my period came.”

“That didn’t scare you off?” Susan asked. “Pregnancy scares the hell out of me.”

“You and Tony will love it when you finally breakdown and have sex,” Pattie said. “It is totally worth the risk. Anyway, today you can go down to the women’s clinic and get on the pill without them telling your parents. Once you are on the pill, it’s all fun with your guy. Get down and dirty all you want.”

“I don’t know,” Susan replied. “I am afraid something will go wrong and I end up like Cheryl Murray, fifteen, knocked up and kicked out of school.”

“99% safe,” Pattie said. “The pill practically guarantees you will be safe. Just don’t have sex if you forget to take one of your pills. How hard is that?”

“Are you going to look for another boyfriend?” Susan asked.

“Of course, but probably not until after school starts,” Pattie said. “While I am in Amish Country next week staying at that big campground, I may scout out the boys. If I find one that is even halfway hot, he is going to get lucky ... very lucky.”

“You would screw a stranger?” Susan asked, her eyes wide in shock.

“What is wrong with a summer fling?” Pattie asked. “I have fun. The boy has fun. No harm, no foul.”

“Getting pregnant?” Susan challenged. “You are taking big risks. They could screw up your life.”

“You worry too much,” Pattie said. “I’ll be fine. You know what we should do when I get back from vacation?”

“What?”

“We should ask your sister, Denise, to drive us downtown to the Women’s clinic. Both of us could get the pill. We can enjoy our boy toys and not worry at all about getting knocked up.”

“I don’t know,” Susan replied.

“Promise me you will ask your sister to do this,” Pattie challenged. “You can be on the pill and not have sex, if you chose to miss out on all the fun. Will you ask?”

“I’ll talk to Denise,” Susan said.

“You’re the greatest,” Pattie said.

July 23, 1977 – Ronks Family Campground, Paradise, PA

Jim and Sandra Wells sat at the picnic table in campsite #47 by their big, family-sized tent. Jim was 44, a machinist and a Korean War vet. Sandra, a year younger, taught school. Their three kids sat at the table with them – Linda, 17 and ready to start her senior year in high school, Charlie, 14 and a soon-to-be freshman and Tim, 12, was ready to start seventh grade at the Clifton Junior High. Their family sign announced to the other campers, “The Wells Family, Clifton, NJ.”

They were finishing lunch as a Chevy Carryall towing a pop-up trailer stopped in front of their site. A mom and two daughters hopped out of the Carryall. The mom directed her husband as he backed the trailer into campsite #48. The trailer was placed so the door opened to face the Wells’ campsite.

The two girls were dressed similarly. They wore hot pants and blouses tied above their exposed midriffs. Timmy paid no attention to the girls. He was still in the ‘girls are dumb’ phase of boyhood. His older brother Charlie, well past that phase, noticed the older daughter immediately. Damn! She was hot! Long, nicely tanned legs, thin waist and big breasts for a teen who looked to be close to his age. Charlie popped a woody just looking at that pretty young girl.

The new family parked the trailer and the dad hopped out of the vehicle. He saw the Wells family and gave them a smile. He and his wife walked over to the Wells’ table.

“Looks like we’re going to be neighbors,” he said, smiling and offering his hand to Jim Wells. The 6’-0” tall, burly man looked like he could play linebacker for the Chicago Bears. His brown hair was close cropped, like someone in the military or the police.

“I’m George Zuniga,” the man said as they shook. “This is my wife, Betty and my daughters, Pattie and Julie.”

“Jim Wells,” Jim responded. “It is good to meet you.” Jim introduced his family to the Zunigas. The two briefly exchanged personal histories. George was fifty, and a veteran of World War II and the Korean War. He was drafted in 1945 and enjoyed his time in the army. He stayed in the army when the war ended and served a 20-year hitch before retiring.

George’s eyes lit up when Jim mentioned serving in Korea too. It turned out both men served in the 1st Cavalry Division in 1953-4. Most likely they never crossed paths while in-country. The division had more than 17,000 men and George served in the 5th Cavalry Regiment and Jim served in the 8th Cavalry Regiment.

“Did you have a long drive to get here?” Jim asked when the introductions were done.

“From Mount Lebanon,” George answered.

“I’m not sure where that is,” Jim commented.

“Near Pittsburgh,” George responded.

“That explains why you didn’t get here last night,” Jim said.

“We reserved the site for last night,” George answered. “I had to arrest two perps for fighting yesterday morning. I was stuck in arraignment yesterday afternoon, instead of driving in here.”

“You are a policeman?” Jim asked.

“I’ve done that a dozen years,” George responded, “ ... since I retired from the Army.”

“It’s good to meet all of you,” Jim said. “You will have to come over later, once you are setup and settled in. We can share some coffee and let our families get to know each other better. We are here all week.”

“That would be nice,” George agreed. “We are spending the week here too.”

George wasn’t the only person that thought the two families getting to know each other was a good idea. Charlie Wells ogled Pattie Zuniga. Pattie checked out the 5’-7”, 128-pound teen boy too. Her vow to have a fling if she found a halfway hot boy at the campground was going to come true. She wouldn’t need to settle for halfway hot either. She thought Charlie was totally hot, not quite Leif Garrett hot, but close enough for real life.

Linda and Timmy Wells headed for the pool while the Zuniga family opened up their trailer. They hooked up the water and electrical and then setup the fly in front of the trailer. Jim and Sandra Wells relaxed at their camp. Charlie hung back too, watching their neighbors set up.

Charlie didn’t mention his intentions as he hung with his parents. He may have thought he was playing it cool. His mom and dad both could see the interest Pattie Zuniga stirred in their son. Charlie liked girls and both parents knew that. Jim thought he’d probably do exactly when Charlie was doing, if he were fourteen and seeing the vision that was Pattie.

Pattie went inside and changed into her bikini. Charlie’s jaw dropped to the ground when she came outside. Damn, this girl was smoking hot. She sauntered across the patch of grass separating their two camps and sat down at the picnic table across from Charlie.

“Hi,” Pattie commented as she sat down.

“Hi,” Charlie managed to stutter as he stared at this vision invading his campsite.

“Your family got in yesterday,” Pattie commented. “Could you give me a tour of the campground, since I’m new here?”

“Tour? Sure, I could do that,” Charlie agreed readily. This girl was obviously not playing hard to get.

“Maybe we could finish at the pool and do a little swimming,” Pattie added. “It’s going to be a hot afternoon.”

“Hot,” Charlie agreed. “Definitely hot. Yeah ... swimming would be fun. Mom, Dad, see you later. We’re out of here.”

“Be back for dinner,” Sandra Wells replied. “Say about 5:30.”

“Have fun, you two,” Jim added.

The two teens headed down the road towards the center of camp. “I’m sure you saw the old covered bridge by the campground entrance,” Charlie said. “It’s hard to miss.”

“I saw it on the way in,” Pattie agreed. “It might be fun to explore it sometime.”

“Sure,” Charlie agreed. “The Pequea Creek runs around the campground. There is another bridge and a trail along the edge of the woods and the creek.”

“We should check it out sometime,” Pattie agreed.

“The old grist mill is over there,” Charlie said, pointing towards the large stone building. “I’ll show you the ‘Barn.’ The campground set it up as a hangout for teens.”

“Let’s check it out,” Pattie suggested. The two teens walked towards the two story, red painted building. Charlie led Pattie up the earthen ramp to the upper floor of the bank barn. He showed her the juke box, the pinball machines, the video machines, game tables and the snack bar.

“This could be a fun place to spend a rainy day,” Pattie observed. They headed outside again.

“The camp office and store are over there,” Charlie said, continuing his tour of the facilities. “The shower house is there. The men’s bathrooms and a row of shower stalls lined one end of the building. The women’s room and another row of shower stalls were on the opposite side. The showers have individual stalls where you have complete privacy when you shower.”

“That’s nice,” Pattie agreed.

“This one campground my family goes to sometimes, has a big open room with a bunch of shower heads. You have no privacy. It kind of sucks. It’s like our gym at my school.”

“Individual stalls are nicer,” Pattie agreed. “What are you? Like ... fifteen?”

“Fourteen,” Charlie answered.

“I’m fourteen too,” Pattie replied. “At least for another month.”

“I’ll turn fifteen in October,” Charlie said. He felt it was important for Pattie to know he wasn’t some little boy who was way younger than her.

“What else is on the tour?” Pattie asked.

“All that’s left is the pool,” Charlie said. “It’s right up there.” He pointed towards the top of the hill towards a fenced area. You could see a flock of kids hanging out there. As you got closer you could see a couple lifeguard chairs too. He noticed his sister Linda standing by one of the lifeguard chairs, talking with the guard. He thought no more about that.

“I guess that is the tour,” Charlie said as they opened the gate and went in the pool area.

“Don’t abandon me here,” Pattie teased. “I need a friendly face. You’re the only guy I know here.”

“Sure,” Charlie agreed readily. “We can hang out this afternoon. That’s cool.”

Timmy raced ahead of Linda on the walk to the pool. Linda wasn’t in a hurry. She wanted to check out the talent in the campground. Her little brother Charlie was a total horndog and would be drooling after their neighbor Pattie the whole week. Not that she blamed her brother one bit.

Linda planned to check out the talent this week too. She had dumped her boyfriend of six months just before school ended. He had becoming too demanding and jealous to suit Linda. A summer romance would be fine. She would see about a long-term boyfriend when school started up in September.

The first boy to catch her eye when she arrived at the pool was the lifeguard in the far chair. He looked fit, tanned and ready for fun when she checked him out. She made up an excuse to ask the boy a question. He looked even finer on closer inspection. A couple minutes later she came up to ask another question. The boy responded enthusiastically to her questions. Soon, the two were engaged in conversation.

The boy’s name was David Robinson. He lived about fifteen minutes from the campground. This was his third season working here. David was seventeen and would start 12th grade in September, same as her. Talking with David was just ... comfortable.

David managed to keep one eye on the people in the water while he talked and looked over Linda. The two talked for the better part of David’s two-hour shift lifeguarding. Near the end of his shift, another staffer in a purple Ronks Family Campground T-shirt came over to the pair.

“Dave, Brian needs you to work until 9:30 tonight,” the other boy reported. Linda assumed Brian was David’s boss. “Mike flaked out again and didn’t show up for the late shift.”

“Shit! I guess I’m going to be eating at the snack shop again tonight,” David sighed. “I didn’t bring anything for dinner.”

“Come over to my campsite for dinner,” Linda suggested. “My Mom makes lots of food. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind another person at the table.”

“Are you sure?” Dave asked.

“It’s nothing fancy,” Linda replied. “I think Mom is planning spaghetti for tonight.”

“That sounds way better than a couple overcooked hot dogs and some grape soda from the snack bar,” Dave said. “Get word to me about dinner at the camp office. I will be working inside from 4:00 pm until we close at 9:30 pm.”

“I am sure Mom won’t mind but I will check and let you word about dinner,” Linda promised.

David and Linda continued talking, even after David’s relief arrived at 3:00 pm. He talked another fifteen minutes before rushing off to fulfil his other duties at the campground. Five minutes later Linda saw David in a golf cart, hauling cases of soda. He stopped off at the machines by the pool and filled them. He took off, presumably to fill the other machines scattered around the campground.

Linda noted her brother Charlie spent the entire afternoon with the cute girl from the next campsite ... uh ... Pattie? No doubt Charlie had the hots for the girl. Linda noted that the feelings seemed mutual too. Pattie was hanging on her brother just as much as Charlie was pursuing Pattie.

The younger teens spent the afternoon talking, playing in the pool, dunking each other, diving off the board and sunning themselves when they got tired. Linda figured the pair would be rounding some bases this week, if they continued their infatuation with each other. Who knows? Maybe her little brother would even score a home run. There was an image she didn’t want in her head – Charlie, bare-ass naked screwing a girl. She was pretty certain it already happened back home and might happen again this week.

Could she preach to her brother? No, she wanted to try exactly the same thing with the hunky lifeguard, David. Maybe both would score home runs this week. Linda laughed to herself. Timmy? No, her baby brother didn’t even know first base existed, much less how to get there.

Linda headed back to the campsite around 4:30. Charlie and Pattie were still infatuated with each other.

“Hey, Mom,” Linda called out when she got to camp. “Would you mind another person for dinner? I was talking with one of the lifeguards. The poor guy is working an extra-long shift and needs supper.”

“A lifeguard?” Sandra asked, grinning and chuckling. “A handsome lifeguard, I am guessing.”

“Yeah, he is pretty good looking,” Linda agreed, blushing.

“I can feed an extra,” Sandra replied. “Tell the boy to come over. We are eating at 5:30.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Linda replied. “You’re the greatest.” Linda headed for the campground office to let David know about dinner. He was behind the front desk, waiting on a couple of newly arrived campers. Linda waited until he finished checking the couple into the campground.

“Mom said she has plenty of food tonight,” Linda reported. “We would be happy to have you eat dinner with our family.”

“That’s super,” David replied enthusiastically. “What time?”

“5:30.” Linda hung out at the camp office, talking with David while he wasn’t helping campers. The two walked back to the Wells campsite together. Linda’s family was open and welcoming to their guest. Mrs. Wells’ spaghetti was far better than David’s alternative for dinner, shriveled, over-cooked hot dogs and some soda.

“We’re doing a little campfire later tonight and roasting some marshmallows,” Jim Wells commented before David headed back to work. “We would love it if you dropped by when you’re finished with work tonight.”

“That would be wonderful,” Linda added. “Please join us. We will make some wicked s’mores.”

“I probably will,” David promised. He thanked Mr. and Mrs. Wells for dinner and headed back to the campground office.

David was amazed by this afternoon. He had girlfriends before. He was open to finding another girlfriend but wasn’t in a hurry. Linda was pretty. He enjoyed talking and joking with her. She had a warm, open personality. Most significant, she spent nearly the entire afternoon hanging out with him. She dug him just as much as he dug her. He hadn’t been looking for a girlfriend but one may have found him anyway.

Charlie headed over to the Zuniga’s campsite when David left. He nearly bumped into Pattie, on the same mission as him – finding one another.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Pattie asked.

“The pool is closed for the day,” Charlie responded. “We could head over to the Barn and hang out with the other kids.”

“That could be good for a while,” Pattie agreed. “What about this trail on the far side of the creek. Is it private?

“I’m not sure,” Charlie answered.

“Maybe we could take a walk and find out,” Pattie suggested. “Some time alone could be fun.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed. Charlie suspected Pattie was suggesting the same kind of fun alone that he had in mind. “It could be a lot of fun.”

Charlie and Pattie hung out at the Barn with other teens from the campground for an hour and half. The jukebox blared the latest pop tunes. Among them, the two enjoyed Queen’s “We Will Rock You,” Fleetwood Mac’s “Go You Own Way” and “Dreams,” and both kids’ favorite, the Eagles “Hotel California.” Pattie kicked Charlie’s ass repeatedly in Pong. He got revenge when they tried a game of pool.

Around 8:15 Pattie glanced outside. She saw the sun was setting. “Do you want to take that walk now?” she suggested.

“That sounds cool,” Charlie agreed. His cock stirred at the thought of time alone with this busty babe. Cool – way cool. The two walked out of the barn and headed for the pedestrian bridge over the creek. Pattie grasped Charlie’s hand as they walked. This was another very good sign. The walked over the wooden bridge holding hands.

“Jeez,” Charlie exclaimed when they reached the other side. “I didn’t know there is a road right here.” A strip of twenty or twenty-five feet of woods separated the path along the creek from a paved road. Just as they reached the north side of the creek, a car went roaring by.

“Not much privacy here,” Pattie commented. They were in direct sight of half a dozen trailers on the other side of the creek, less than a hundred feet away.

“Not much,” Charlie agreed. “Let’s keep walking. Maybe it will be better further down.”

The two strolled down the path along the slow, muddy creek towards the setting sun. A couple minutes later they passed the last trailer on the opposite side of the creek. They were out of sight and behind the old mill building in another minute. The underbrush was thicker and the road further away. The pair found a bench along the side of the trail. The covered bridge in the distance hid them from Ronks Road.

“This is much better,” Pattie said.

“It is,” Charlie agreed. The two sat down, close together, still holding hands. “I am glad I met you today. Spending time with you has been fun.”

“This week would have been boring for me if I hadn’t met you,” Pattie agreed. She turned to face Charlie. Charlie leaned closer and stared into Pattie’s eyes. She smiled and leaned closer to him.

Charlie hesitated. He thought Pattie wanted him to kiss her but he had a moment of doubt. Pattie wrapped her arms around Charlie’s neck and pulled him closer. She kissed him. They stared into each other’s eyes when their lips parted. Charlie put his hands on Pattie’s shoulders and initiated the next kiss. The third was mutual as their hungry lips touched. Their tongues met during that kiss.

Both teens were experienced at necking. They hugged and clenched their bodies together, kissing and kissing. Charlie, halfway erect already, popped a massive hard-on, which tented his shorts. Pattie pressed her firm breasts against the muscular teen. They were lost to time during their oral explorations.

A couple coughs and shuffling feet broke them from their trance. They glanced back the trail and saw an older couple walking towards them. Charlie and Pattie separated like they had been shocked.

“Nice evening,” the older man commented as they couple walked by the teens.

“It is,” Charlie agreed.

Pattie giggled as the couple disappeared down the trail. “That was embarrassing.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed. “Where were we?” They hugged again and went back to Frenching. A car driving by startled the pair. A couple minutes later another couple walked by. Charlie and Pattie hurriedly disengaged just before the couple found them making out.

“This is crazy,” Charlie declared when they were out of ear-shot.

“We need more privacy,” Pattie agreed. “Where?”

“What about in the covered bridge?” Charlie suggested. The sides of the bridge were covered with boards, preventing someone outside from seeing inside the structure.

“They can see in from the ends,” Pattie responded.

“It’s getting dark,” Charlie answered. “It’s a long bridge. I doubt you can see what is going on in the middle from the ends of the bridge in this light.”

“Let’s go,” Pattie said, pulling Charlie off the bench. The two held hands as they walked over to the old bridge and on to the middle of the bridge. It was nearly dark inside. Pattie leaned back against a wooden column. Charlie stepped closer, pinning her against the column with his body. Pattie’s tits pressed into Charlie’s chest.

The pair went back to making out. They kissed and dueled with their tongues for a couple minutes. Charlie slipped a hand up and felt around the edge of Pattie’s left tit.

“Mmmm...” Pattie moaned into Charlie’s mouth. Bolder, he moved his hand over her tit and gently squeezed. Pattie moaned in approval. Charlie’s boner pressed against Pattie’s leg. The pair nibbled at the other’s lips, explored with their tongues and kissed lustfully.

A car turned off Ronks Road onto the side road beside the creek. The car’s headlights spotlighted the two teens mid-kiss. They froze until the light disappeared. They went back to necking. A minute or so later, another car spotlighted them.

“Shit!” Pattie snapped. “Can’t we get a little frickin’ privacy?”

“I know,” Charlie agreed. He looked towards the southern end of the bridge, away from the glaring headlights. “It’s dark out. Maybe we better get back to our campsites.”

Pattie sighed. “You’re right.”

“Do you want to hang out together tomorrow?”

Pattie hung her head for a moment before looking back at Charlie. “I want to,” she declared. “My dad is dragging us off to some church tomorrow morning. We’re going to do the Amish tourist thing after lunch.”

“Maybe we could get together after dinner?” Charlie suggested hopefully.

“That would be great,” Pattie agreed. “I have a job for you tomorrow while I am gone. Find us somewhere we can have privacy.” She reached down at rubbed Charlie’s erection. “I want more than kissing.”

“I’ll find somewhere,” Charlie promised.

Pattie straightened her wrinkled shirt while Charlie rearranged his boner so it didn’t stick out as much. They held hands as they walked back to camp. They stopped out of sight of their campsites and shared a good night kiss, PG-13 rated but still showing their passion for each other.

Charlie and Pattie showed up at Charlie’s campsite just ahead of David Martin. Sandra Wells greeted Pattie with a big smile. “We’re doing S’mores this evening. You are welcome to stick around and try some.”

“That would be nice, Mrs. Wells,” Pattie said. “I’ll run over to my campsite and let my parents know.”

“I’m glad you came, Dave,” Linda said. She offered David a seat on the bench beside her. Pattie scampered to her site and returned a half minute later. She sat down beside Charlie.

The group talked as they roasted marshmallows. The S’mores were goopy, sloppy and delicious. Pattie had to head back to her campsite after half an hour. Charlie hung out for a while when Timmy headed to bed. Eventually Charlie turned in, followed a half hour later by Sandra and Jim Wells. David and Linda kept talking, enjoying the company and the romance of the firelight.

“Linda, put the fire out when you come to bed,” Jim Wells called from inside the tent. “It’s a quarter to twelve.”

David looked at Linda in alarm. “Shit!” David expounded. “I’ve got to split. My parents are going to wonder where I am at.” He stood to leave. Linda stood too.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Linda asked.

“I’m work a regular shift tomorrow, 7:30 to 4:00 pm,” David replied. “We’ll see each other around.”

“Good,” Linda responded. The two stepped closer together and stared at each other. David leaned in and kissed Linda. It was more than a good night kiss, it was kiss promising more to come. Linda headed for her tent. David floated away on a cloud. The prettiest girl he had seen in months was interested in him. He would ask her for a date tomorrow when he saw her next. Everything closed up on Sundays in Lancaster County but he would take her out and show her some fun after work on Monday.

The Wells family slept in on Sunday, not getting up until 10:30 in the morning. Sandra made her family a nice brunch before they scattered for the day. Charlie hung out with Timmy since Pattie was gone for the day. They goofed around at the Barn and swam in the afternoon.

Charlie did make time to explore the campgrounds. He finally found what he was looking for late in the afternoon. The old mill had stairs to the lower level in the back of the mill. The eight-foot-deep stone stairwell would give two people privacy for whatever. The back of the mill was out of sight of the campsites and office. The stairwell hid you from view of anyone playing the grassy area between the mill and creek. The only way anyone would see you is if they walked down into the stairwell. That wasn’t likely. The last tour of the mill was at 4:00 pm. The mill was locked up after the final tour.

Linda saw David working around the campground during the day. He picked up trash. He fixed a couple things. He serviced the soda machines. He did many of the myriad of small tasks necessary to run a campground. Linda hung out with David when he took his break for lunch. She sat with him in the shade of a tree near the campground office. They talked as he ate.

“I was wondering,” David commented as he finished eating. “Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night? I was thinking we could play some miniature golf.”

“Like a date?” Linda asked. David grinned back at her, nodding yes. “I’d like that, a lot. I am free tonight too,” she hinted hoping for an invitation for this night.

“I’d take you out tonight,” David agreed. “I’d do it in a heartbeat but everything is closed on Sundays in Lancaster County.”

“Join my family for dinner again,” Linda offered. “We can hang out and talk after dinner.”

“I’d like that,” David agreed. His face brightened. “I have a better idea. How would you like to take a drive through the countryside? Lancaster County is really pretty.”