Menage: Climax Rush

“Oh shoot!” Madison cursed lightly, swerving toward the turn off that had remained camouflaged until precisely three seconds ago. The tiny marker that signaled the exit from the main highway was almost entirely engulfed in scraggly vines and brush.

“Oh sure. The town lets that grow wild but chops down an entire forest,” she thought dryly. She'd been a restoration specialist for the past three years and in that short amount of time had clearly developed a preference for the type of job she got involved in. When fire, flood or other natural disasters wiped out an ecosystem, Madison was the first to volunteer to venture however far and to whatever ends necessary to restore the system and nurse it back to health. But when years of neglect and abuse have been responsible for the degradation of an ecosystem she found herself hiding at the back of the line. It wasn't that she didn't care about those particular parcels of land or felt them any less worthy of her efforts. But rather, when people have been responsible for ruining something, it was her experience that they seldom got on board with making things right. In fact, they generally tended to fight her every step of the way.