“You know, for me, this is what Labor Day is all about,” Olivia said. “One last walk in the woods before it gets cold. Getting stripped and corn-holed by some random stranger on the bank of a little brook.”

“Yeah, I totally know what you mean. This and back-yard barbecue!” he agreed.

“I know, right? There’s just something about BBQ and beer after a long day of being bent over by dudes!”

“Hey, not to be too forward, and you probably already have plans, but if you’d like to come to my place… I’m sure all the guys there would love to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Oh my God! That would be perfect!”