But when a guy walks by, towering over me, who provokes an instant thought of, “Wow, what a bear of a man!” that’s where I just melt. I’m on the shorter end of the scale, and thanks to some rather hearty, German peasant stock genes, I’ve got tree trunks for legs. But I don’t know if that’s how others would see me. Yeah, I know, I self-identify as one too. I’m not quite as immune to his charms as I want him to believe, but he’ll only be here for a few days. Now he’s staying in my cabin, sleeping in my bed, and worst of all, he’s completely ignoring the proverbial sign over my head that says Grumpy Bear: Do Not Approach.
But when a storm blows down his campsite, I can’t just leave him outside and soaked to the bone. He’s too young, too pretty, and too much like my late partner. The last thing I need is a temporary employee who can’t even put up a tent. It’s opening weekend at my clothing-optional campground, guests are starting to arrive, and I’ve got a pool party and a few hundred peoples’ vacations to save while battling Mother Nature’s tantrums. Making sure other men have a good time is my business, even if it means suppressing my own desires. Hooking up with an employee is not on my to-do list.
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