Last June

Karen, Hannalore and I hiked above Squilchuck State Park for seven miles. We were looking for Lady Slippers, a wild orchid. Karen counted over three hundred Lady Slipper flowers in one shady area. Wow! A colony. Lady Slippers remind me of Jewish men with ringlets.

After lunch, we took Hannelore, eighty-three, down to her car. She was tired.

"Do you want to keep going?" Karen asked me. Sure. Karen and I crossed the parking lot and took an outer trail through an open, logged area. "This used to be a beautiful woods," Karen said sadly. A tree graveyard.

We rounded a corner and saw a teen girl sitting on a stump. "What is she sucking on?" I wondered. She was giving a man a blow job! He looked to be in his 20s. They were both Latino.

Karen and I averted our eyes and walked past them.

"Why did they decide to have sex here?" Karen asked once we were out of earshot. "They probably live with big families," I replied. "No privacy."

"I can't believe they were out in the open," Karen said. "Why didn't they hide in the bushes?"

"I call teenagers hormones with feet," I replied. "They probably had an urge."

"I hope he gives her pleasure, that it's not just one-way," Karen said.

"No kidding, he’d better reciprocate!" I replied. "Shall we go tell him that?" We laughed.