It would be a terrible idea, he told himself. Sex in the woods is lousy. You get pine needles in places. And right now it’s all mud and mosquitoes. Terrible, horrible idea. His body did not agree. His body had definite opinions about the matter. Stop. You are the responsible one. You are not going to make love to a woman on a mud-infested hillside. That is not responsible. She will get bug bites. So will you.
