Firestone Hot Springs A nice dip for the weary traveler

Water fetish... I am not looking it up.

The young boy saw the dark female think about his words, and he chuckled when she announced her thoughts out loud. Indeed. He responded blankly, trying to sound as serious as he could be. He had always been a doofball, and he wanted to keep that title. Normal was boring, his sister once said to him, and he agreed. Damn, he missed her presence so much he could just scream. Why hadn't he gone with her again?

Important business, huh? Important business here? A smelly piece of land full of warm puddles didn't seem like the place to attent to such business, but who was he to judge. He was sitting in one of these puddles, for peach sake. But now, she had made him curious. For who was she doing this? Why? 

Oh, really? He responded, a light smirk hidden in his features. Is it top-secret? He asked, his head tipping to the left.