Leo finished leveling his camper and noticed he had an audience. There were some kids riding bikes.
Taking a closer look, he saw the long hair and short, tight pants. They were two young girls.
He had spotted them, and a few others, when he pulled into his designated spot, carefully keeping watch.
“Hi, mister!” one yelled.
“Yeah, good afternoon mister!” the other said.
“My friend thinks you’re handsome!”
Leo heard the sound of an indigent screech. He chuckled as the two girls raced away, with one threatening the other with feigned violence.
He set up a couple of lawn chairs around the fire ring and strategically placed his cooler. He was looking forward to a cold beer, some open fire grilling, and a sky full of stars tonight.
As he unloaded his firewood from his truck, he thought a
