Designated Driver (Part 2)
I saw the restroom facilities immediately when I came to the park, but I drove as far back as possible, to the remotest section, the furthest from the sight of a patrolling cop. The damp night air chilled us as we stepped outside for a stretch. I agreed to let Rick sleep outside in my sleeping bag, because I did not want to do that myself. Moisture from the grass soaked our shoes, but Rick persisted in his plans. I helped him find the driest, or least wet, section in the grass. Then he lay down... Sign in to see full entry.