It sure was nice of you uncle to let us use his cabin for the weekend.
Yep. Lot's of fishing, hiking, all that good stuff. Unless this rain never lets up. Then we'd be stuck in the cabin with nothing to do, said Marc, driving carefully on account of the rain and the darkness.
Oh, there'll still be plenty to do, said Esme, as she stroked the three days worth of stubble on his chin. Marc drifted off for a moment, thinking about Esme's gorgeous body. She was pretty and thin enough to be a model, although she was sort of short. Then, he stiffened to attention in order to navigate the winding road.
Gee, this road sure is twisty. Thank heaven I'm such a good driver. Hey, that pair of headlights is drifting a little close.