Brad was sitting in the waiting room, re adjusting his clothes and trying to recover from his exhaustive exam, when the glass door swung open and the girl from earlier wearing her green bikini top and tight khaki shorts asked. "All ready?"
Brad was eager to finally get to Brooke and quickly hopped up from his resting place.
"I sure am." he said enthusiastically as he walked through the open door.
Brad followed closely behind his sexy guide as they strolled up the path moving towards the main resort complex. As they went along she pointed out some of the buildings and features of the resort.
"You saw the beach coming in, and that right there is where you get jet skis or boats to take out on the lake." Pointing to an Adirondack style lean-to near the water's edge.
"Over there is the outdoor movie theater. There is also a fire pit and some intimate seating areas as well as multiple cabanas and hot tubs." She said as she continued pointing out the different areas.
At the end of the path there was the main courtyard, surrounded by a solid rock wall with paths and other smaller structures encircling the courtyard. It created almost a wagon wheel of buildings with a round courtyard in the center. A tall wooden gate blocked the path going into the center of the compound.
"Come on in" She said, flinging the gate open and walking forward.
She explained this was the main courtyard with ten private rooms surrounding it. As Brad looked around he saw each private room was separated by a path and arranged inward facing the fire pit at the center of the courtyard. Each room had a sliding glass door and small seating area surrounded by short black iron railing, creating a porch like area for the room occupants to lounge in. There were a number of large cushioned Chaise lounges big enough for two to lie in, as well as lounge chairs arranged into small seating areas for groups to sit and chat by the flickering light of the fire pit.
The two continued walking and turned down one of the paths between the rooms.
"Now you will be staying here in the boyfriend's quarters." She instructed as they came to the end of the path.
"Go ahead and pick yourself out a bunk and get comfortable, I will be back with some supplies and we can get started" she instructed as she motioned for him to enter the front door.
"Where is my girlfriend Brooke? " He angrily asked, thinking he had once again been pushed along a path he hadn't intended to walk.
"Oh she's still out on the lake. I'm afraid she won't be back for quite some time. I suggest you pick out an empty bunk and take a shower. I will be back to get you and take you to your first class, so don't take too long."
Brad stood there dumbfounded as he watched the woman hurry back down the way they had come and disappear into the courtyard. He was completely twisted and confused. What kind of couples retreat is this? Why was his girlfriend swept away from him and drug up here without him? Why did he have to go through so much just to have a simple vacation? How had he gone from suggesting a weekend romantic getaway to being roped into a month long stay in a secluded camp of confusion?
Brad turned back to the large wooden door. He was tired, both mentally and physically at this point. He had been riding a carnival ride of emotions for two days now. The worry, the jealously and the stress was taking its toll. He was in no shape to argue. At this point the idea of taking a shower and lying down sounded great. He reached down and pushed the black iron latch holding the door closed and shoved the door open.
The room was long and narrow; it was the quintessential summer camp barracks with five double bunks. At the end of the room was the arch leading to the bathrooms and showers. All of the bunks were made and looked occupied except for the last one on the bottom. It was closest to the bathroom so he figured it was a good spot and was actually happy about something for a change today. Brad walked to the end of the room and stopped at the last unoccupied bed where he picked up the folded bed sheets and blanket and proceeded to make his bunk as instructed.
After Brad got his bunk made and pillow fluffed up he turned to the foot locker finding all the sundries he needed. A bar of soap, shampoo, a wash cloth and towel and even shaving cream and razors were all neatly placed in one of the top trays. He grabbed the supplies and proceeded to the showers. Brad was glad the place was empty because there was no privacy at all here. The bathroom reminded him of high school. There was a row of lockers along the wall numbered one threw ten and a few benches, again just like high school, simple wooden benches attached to the floor with steal posts at each end. The shower was one large stall with multiple shower heads and there were a few sinks along the far wall with a single large mirror stretching from one end to the other.
Brad tentatively stripped off his clothes and folded them, placing them on the bench in a neat pile next to his towel. He quickly got into the shower and turned on the water, wanting to make quick work of his shower before anyone else came in and saw him. The hot water felt good and he stood there with his eyes closed enjoying the therapeutic soak. It wasn't until he stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel that he realized someone had replaced his pile of clothes with one of their own. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist as he investigated the replacements that had been left for him.
