“I could see that,” Sanders says as he pulls out and starts driving toward the cabins. “Something we tend to forget when married, that we’re tied together in all aspects. What one partner might do affects the other. Whether good or bad. One move tugs on the other and vice versa. That’s why when we’re making our way through life, we need to be aware that our every move is tied to our loved one. We need to be conscious of that.”

Huh.

I mean, what a great analogy.

“It’s a good lesson to learn, especially when you’re in a situation like the one you’re both in,” Sanders continues. “When we get caught up in ourselves and become complacent with our everyday life, we tend to forget how our choices can affect our partner.”

“Something I tend to struggle with,” I say, really wanting to take the blame for this because I feel terrible. Getting Scottie hurt within the first few hours of being at camp is not really setting the tone in the right direction.

“Me too,” Scottie says.

“I’m glad you can both admit to that.” He pulls up to a cabin with a red circle and the number eight on the door. “This is where you’ll be staying.” He puts the cart in park and then pulls a key from the dashboard. “Right this way.”

I help Scottie out of the cart and then gently help her up the ramp that leads to our cabin.

When we’re all inside, Sanders flips the light switch on, and it takes everything in me not to bust out in laughter, because holy shit.

I will say this: when looking at the website and pamphlet for the camp, they didn’t show much about the accommodations. There was one picture showing a regular bed but nothing else too specific.

I can see why now, because this…this is not what I was expecting in the least.

Let me paint a picture.

The focal point is a king-size four-poster bed…with handcuffs and chains hanging from every wooden post. The floor is covered in a giant, white, fluffy rug, the walls are decorated with pictures of body parts, zoomed in, all in black-and-white. Nipples, tips of penises, stomachs…butt cracks. The bedding and the curtains are also a heavenly white color, while accents of red pop up in the pillows and erotic decorations. But the centerpiece of the room, the eye-catcher some might say, is the white dresser with black knobs covered in products. We’re talking lubes, sex toys, lingerie…and lots and lots of condoms.

Is this a cabin or a sex dungeon?

“Oh…wow,” Scottie says, her voice cracking. “This is, um, this is different.”

Sanders chuckles. “That’s the same response we get from all our couples when they first see this cabin. But we’re very intentional with our rooms. Ellison…”