You sit on Robert's lap by the campfire, his fingers playing with the ties on your bikini bottom. He laughs and talks along with his friends as they roast marshmallows over the fire, completely ignoring your existence. It's like you're not even there. The sun had set a while ago and even though you wanted to go home, you knew Robert wouldn't let you.

"Want a s'more, baby?" He whispers into your ear. You hated when he called you that...