Still at the RV park raising hell!

You catch a flash of cleavage that stops you mid-step, the kind that makes the whole RV park fade into background noise.

You feel the heat of the afternoon pressing down, but your attention is locked somewhere far more interesting — curves that fill out that top like it was made for exactly this moment.

You know this woman is trouble in the best possible way, the sort who laughs too loud, stays up too late, and leaves you wanting every single thing you cannot have.