In The Pines…. The heady, intoxicating smell of pine needles permeated everything. The old lodge was sided with wide plank pine and had the funky architecture of something built by a carpenter who was more interested in building a creative space than a functional one. The screen door slammed with a bang and Emily came dancing into the room. She was wearing her usual attire; A bikini top, a baggy pair of cut-off sweatpants...