coming.”
“What happened?” Tee asks. Her voice carries a note
of horrified thrill.
“What do you think happened? I was this close to
getting caught.” I hold my fingers out measuring a barely
discernible distance under her nose. “I almost froze to
death lying underneath Vic’s bed. Thank God, he was the
only one who saw me hiding there.” I throw the
underwear on the floor, and kick it for good measure.
“You didn’t even wait for me! You deserted me, leaving
me behind enemy lines! What kind of friends are you?” I
pull Kat in her sleeping bag across the bed, glaring at her.
“You’re supposed to be so smart! You couldn’t come up
with a plan to divert them? Yell free beer, naked women
in the woods, Yankee tickets! Anything for God’s sake!
“Well,” Emi Jo begins, “It got cold and we were
trying to fix Tee’s zipper and next thing we know, they
were walking up the steps. It was too late, what could we
to do?” She makes a face. “We feel bad for leaving you.”
“Look you’re fine, what’s the big deal.” Kat stretches
and yawns, annoyed at the interruption to her beauty
sleep. “Can’t you just go to bed?” She burrows down into
the cozy warmth of her sleeping bag.
“No!” I smack her over the head with a pillow. “Here
is your stupid underwear, the three of you can figure out
how to get them up the flag pole. I’m done. I had to lay
on that cold damp floor listening to Mac brag about his
sexual conquests. Ugh!” I shiver at the memory. “And
just so you know, Emi Jo, Ben farts in his sleep.”
“Oh, dirt, tell us more.” Tee says, sitting up in bed
always eager for gossip.
“Get your own dirt. Good night.” I say, flopping
down onto my bunk, turning my back on the three of
them. I can’t help but think…..maybe adventures aren’t
so glamourous…..
…
As dawn begin its slow creep over camp, seven pairs
of underwear fly from the flag pole rigging, gently
billowing in the morning breeze. Assembled outside the
dining hall for morning salute and meditation, the entire
camp enjoys the spectacle of boxers and panties flying in
place of old Glory. A great deal of laughter and pointing
accompany the question of who put them up the
flagpole.
“Could someone explain why our underwear is up
there with the guys?” I whisper in Emi Jo’s ear. Of
course, my favorite ones are up there. I knew sleeping in
while they finished the job was a bad idea.
Flying from the pole interspersed with the boxers,
hang Kate’s red lace panties more fitting for a lady of the
evening than a camp counselor along with Emi Jo’s white
briefs, Tee’s days of the week undies and my perfectly
innocent pink panties. Tee wears days of the week
underwear, what would you expect. And of course, being
Wednesday, Wednesday’s panties fly from the pole.
“Shh.” Emi Jo says, staring straight ahead with a look
of innocence on her face. “Don’t let them see us talking.
Act like this is just as much a surprise to us as the rest of
the camp.” She raises her voice. “Wow, who could have
done such a thing?” She’s a terrible actor. We need to
shut her up or we’re busted.
“We added our personal contribution to throw Erhart
off,” Tee whispers smugly. “Pretty smart, huh?” Just
brilliant.
I can’t look in the direction of the Erharts. I fear guilt
is written across my face in bold neon letters. She took
them!
Mr. Erhart is beyond furious and then some. He
walks to the pole, tugging down the rigging, removing the
contraband. He turns to the assembled group and in a
tight voice fumes, “This type of immature behavior will
not, I repeat, Will not be tolerated at Camp High Point.”
He walks through the campers and counselors, his hands
behind his back like a prison warden, looking intently for
the slightest speck of guilt. “If these pranks continue I
will start canceling activities. We can spend the rest of the
summer cleaning or reading in our cabins.”
“What happened?” Tee asks. Her voice carries a note
of horrified thrill.
“What do you think happened? I was this close to
getting caught.” I hold my fingers out measuring a barely
discernible distance under her nose. “I almost froze to
death lying underneath Vic’s bed. Thank God, he was the
only one who saw me hiding there.” I throw the
underwear on the floor, and kick it for good measure.
“You didn’t even wait for me! You deserted me, leaving
me behind enemy lines! What kind of friends are you?” I
pull Kat in her sleeping bag across the bed, glaring at her.
“You’re supposed to be so smart! You couldn’t come up
with a plan to divert them? Yell free beer, naked women
in the woods, Yankee tickets! Anything for God’s sake!
“Well,” Emi Jo begins, “It got cold and we were
trying to fix Tee’s zipper and next thing we know, they
were walking up the steps. It was too late, what could we
to do?” She makes a face. “We feel bad for leaving you.”
“Look you’re fine, what’s the big deal.” Kat stretches
and yawns, annoyed at the interruption to her beauty
sleep. “Can’t you just go to bed?” She burrows down into
the cozy warmth of her sleeping bag.
“No!” I smack her over the head with a pillow. “Here
is your stupid underwear, the three of you can figure out
how to get them up the flag pole. I’m done. I had to lay
on that cold damp floor listening to Mac brag about his
sexual conquests. Ugh!” I shiver at the memory. “And
just so you know, Emi Jo, Ben farts in his sleep.”
“Oh, dirt, tell us more.” Tee says, sitting up in bed
always eager for gossip.
“Get your own dirt. Good night.” I say, flopping
down onto my bunk, turning my back on the three of
them. I can’t help but think…..maybe adventures aren’t
so glamourous…..
…
As dawn begin its slow creep over camp, seven pairs
of underwear fly from the flag pole rigging, gently
billowing in the morning breeze. Assembled outside the
dining hall for morning salute and meditation, the entire
camp enjoys the spectacle of boxers and panties flying in
place of old Glory. A great deal of laughter and pointing
accompany the question of who put them up the
flagpole.
“Could someone explain why our underwear is up
there with the guys?” I whisper in Emi Jo’s ear. Of
course, my favorite ones are up there. I knew sleeping in
while they finished the job was a bad idea.
Flying from the pole interspersed with the boxers,
hang Kate’s red lace panties more fitting for a lady of the
evening than a camp counselor along with Emi Jo’s white
briefs, Tee’s days of the week undies and my perfectly
innocent pink panties. Tee wears days of the week
underwear, what would you expect. And of course, being
Wednesday, Wednesday’s panties fly from the pole.
“Shh.” Emi Jo says, staring straight ahead with a look
of innocence on her face. “Don’t let them see us talking.
Act like this is just as much a surprise to us as the rest of
the camp.” She raises her voice. “Wow, who could have
done such a thing?” She’s a terrible actor. We need to
shut her up or we’re busted.
“We added our personal contribution to throw Erhart
off,” Tee whispers smugly. “Pretty smart, huh?” Just
brilliant.
I can’t look in the direction of the Erharts. I fear guilt
is written across my face in bold neon letters. She took
them!
Mr. Erhart is beyond furious and then some. He
walks to the pole, tugging down the rigging, removing the
contraband. He turns to the assembled group and in a
tight voice fumes, “This type of immature behavior will
not, I repeat, Will not be tolerated at Camp High Point.”
He walks through the campers and counselors, his hands
behind his back like a prison warden, looking intently for
the slightest speck of guilt. “If these pranks continue I
will start canceling activities. We can spend the rest of the
summer cleaning or reading in our cabins.”
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