Of the male counselors at Sunrise Bible Retreat, Mary Beth and I agreed that Ryan was the cutest, but there were only two other guys, and they were both gay. Okay, so they were cute, too, but not in the same way. We had two more days of orientation before the kids arrived. Both Mary and I were here last year, so we knew the drill. Ryan was new. We told him what to expect, misleading him mercilessly.

In the matter of “Indian” costumes, for instance, we told him it would be very bad form to wear underwear under his loincloth. “Don’t worry,” Mary Beth told him, “we won’t peek.” I added, “Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.” And Mary Beth said, “Yeah, and these loincloths can be very convenient.” Her hand snuck beneath. My hand followed from the other side. Between the two of us we got Ryan into quite a state. “See what we mean?” we said, our hands exiting. We smiled meaningfully at him and raced off into the woods. “Wait,” he called out. “Come catch us,” Mary Beth called back.