Author's note: Unlike my previous stories, this is a true story - about a night in my life I will be lucky if I never forget. Enjoy!

I was a senior in High School and just recently 18 years old, on concert choir trip. Now, I'd first taken choir years before when I was in middle school for an easy grade, and I'd stuck with it all those years for three reasons; first, it was an easy grade after all, second, it was fun most of the time, and third, there was a six to one ratio of girls to guys, and some of the prettiest in the school!

Over the years, the girls of the choir developed a sisterly comfort level with us guys, and we regularly got to see them in bras and panties as they changed costumes between bits, seemingly oblivious to us. This had a lot to do with my continued interest in choir, let me tell you. Still, sisterly familiarity or not, a lot of the girls dated or messed around with the guys from choir over the years. But not me, I was the harmless guy who'd never make a move, who gave good advice (about other guys, which so annoyed me), the just a bit too fat, "you're like a brother to me" guy. But all that changed during the senior choir trip.

We were going to Colorado to perform in the Air Force Cathedral and a few other places, and were traveling from bus to train to bus to train and so on. Nights were usually spent on the bus or train, but one remarkable night we were in Vail Colorado, staying in the gymnasium of a Christian school. Now, Vail is cold, and for the first time I went looking for my sleeping bag, having opted for the little blanket I got on the train (that fit in my duffel bag so conveniently) all the previous nights on trains and busses. But now I was expected to sleep on a cold wood floor in a barely heated gym high above the continental divide! This night I wanted my sleeping bag! Of course (you guessed it) ? no sleeping bag. This is what happens when you trust your Mother to pack, and your Father to put things on the bus (thanks Mom