Rob and Sherri walked along through the woods and marveled at nature. The day was over cast so the hiking trails were nearly empty. They had not seen another hiker for about an hour and they had walked into a less popular area of the park, the clay flats and foothills. The scenery was less breath taking here but the solitude and peace more then made up for it.
Sherri looked up and frowned at the clouds. They seemed to be darkening and look much more foreboding then they had a short time ago. The high fluffy white clouds had given way to the dark gray menacing clouds of a rainstorm. She wiped the sweat from her brow and called to Rob.
"Honey, shouldn't we head back? It looks like it's going to rain." She called.
Rob turned and looked up at the sky for a second and then smiled. โAwwww. come on. We're almost there and I wanted to show you something." He answered back as he walked to her. "Please. A little sprinkle won't hurt, it would even feel good after the heat of the day." He said and grinned at her. There was something about that grin that should have warned her he had other plans but she smiled back and nodded.
The two walked on for another fifteen minutes and then the rain started. Not a light sprinkle but, a torrential downpour. Sherri was pissed, that was for sure. The rain soaked them through in a matter of seconds and dripped off of them. She grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him close to be heard over the rain.
"A little sprinkle huh?" She said in a sarcastic tone. "Can we go now?"
"Well, honey, we're already wet, might as well go and see what I wanted to show you and then go. We can't get any wetter." He smiled and kissed her.
She wanted to choke him. That was the simple impulse that came across her mind at that moment. Just reach out and choke the living shit out of him. Instead, she nodded again and decided to avoid the fight. It was true, they couldn't get any wetter.
Sherri was miserable. Her jeans were soaked and she knew she was going to get a rash from the rubbing.
Rob seemed oblivious to the falling rain and walked on as if it was a bright sunny day. The ground was mucky under her feet and Sherri's boots made sucking sounds with each step in the mud.
No, she decided, choking was too good for him. He deserved something slower and more painful. Castration? No, that would only punish her. Maybe just a slow painful red-hot fire poker enema. That would work. She grinned an evil grin as she tossed the idea over in her mind. Rob caught the grin and picked up the pace.
The rain lessened and Sherri's mood began to lighten. The rain was only a sprinkle now and the ground was mostly stone and hard packed earth so the going was easier. They walked through a small scrub tree stand and walked out onto a flat plain. The ground had no vegetation on it at all. It was a flat clay plateau. Rob turned and smiled and made a sweeping gesture. Sherri was unimpressed. Her mood began to darken again.
"Isn't it cool?" Rob asked. Sherri remained silent. "Not a living thing on it. Not a rock or stick or pebble breaking the clay." He smiled at her and looked back at the clay. "Nothing but clay. Cool huh?"
"Ya. Cool." Sherri said in a low dangerous tone.
"Baby." Rob said catching the warning in her voice, "you aren't seeing what I am seeing obviously." He said and laughed.
"And what exactly are you seeing that I am not. It's fucking mud!" Sherri said, starting to get really pissed. "Nothing but fucking mud everywhere. What is so great about that?"