This
announcement is followed by a chorus of groans. “If
another prank occurs, the activities of the day will be
canceled. I will continue canceling activities as I see fit to
protect the safety of the campers. Is this clear?” He glares
at the group. “These pranks get out of control and people
get hurt. Is there anyone who fails to understand me?” A
chorus of “No, Mr. Morris” rises up on the morning air
from the assembled group. “Now everyone go into
breakfast and that will be the last of this nonsense.” With
that pronouncement he stalks to the trash can and tosses
the underwear into it. Damn, my favorite pair.
“Look at the trio of fools standing over there, they’re
furious.” Kat, the voice of wisdom suppresses a giggle,
shoving her hands into the pouch of her hoodie
sweatshirt.
“Yeah, especially Mac, he recognizes his boxers.” Emi
Jo says. “Ellen, you did a great job taking a variety of
colors and sizes. Those are Ben’s, second ones down the
line.”
“Shh,” I look at her with shock. “How do you know
which ones are his?”
“It’s not what you think, gutter mind.” She starts to
explain when three pissed off faces come stalking in our
direction. “Oh, boy, here they come, play it cool.”
“Good morning, my dear ladies.” Ben says. He looks
at the four of us with feigned devotion etched on his
face. “Lovely morning for a little flagpole activity, isn’t it?
My, my, I wonder how those smelly boxers from our
cabin got up there on that little bitty flagpole.”
“I don’t know how you did it, but you’ll pay.” Mac
takes a menacing step toward us.
I look at Vic, he shakes his head ever so slightly,
indicating our secret is safe.
“Beats me, underwear just don’t fly up flagpoles.” Kat
shrugs her shoulders.
“I think it was the four of you,” Mac shoves his face
close to Kat. “So watch your back.”
“Fuck you.” She shoots him the bird. I’m going to
faint. Flying hand gestures are not condoned at camp.
“And the same goes for you, that looks like our
underwear up there.” Tee gets in Mac’s face. “How do we
know you didn’t do it and you’re just bluffing?”
Apparently Tee has a taste for intrigue, she’s enjoying
every second of this dialogue.
With the fun over, everyone heads to the dining hall;
tagging behind I prefer to be last in line. Until this
incident blows over I intend to avoid social contact
for….ever. And then I notice Vic standing behind me.
He slips his hands on my hips and breathes these words
softly into my ear, “Ella, Ella, my mia bella, the next time
you see my underwear, darling, they aren’t going to be
flying from any flagpole. And just for the record, I don’t
wear any.” And with that he gives the hollow space of my
hips a sensual squeeze and walks away………
Oh my God, what have I got myself into? I’m paralyzed
with a titillating fear running up the back of my
spine……fueled by the possibility of a delicious
threat……and the implications of his whispered
words….
Chapter 10
A Little Illegal
A few days after the “boxer incident” Vic s
aunters
across the dining hall, stopping to pour a glass of water
from the pitcher on our table. He leans over whispering
in my ear, “The Erharts are going out tonight. It’s a
secret; no one is supposed to know. But after lights out, a
bunch of us are going down to the beach for a moonlight
swim. Why don’t I come by your cabin and we’ll walk
down to the lake together.” Behind the cover of my hair,
I feel his tongue lightly fleck over my ear. “I think you
owe me something, and I’m ready to collect.”
Jeepers creepers. Sneaking out after curfew…….against
all the rules…….. into the dark……. lions and tigers and
Vic….. oh my. Everyone else has been creeping around
camp at night, except for yours truly and Tee. And Vic
wants to collect……..the kiss. Something about him
suggests…he has kissed more than a few girls and
announcement is followed by a chorus of groans. “If
another prank occurs, the activities of the day will be
canceled. I will continue canceling activities as I see fit to
protect the safety of the campers. Is this clear?” He glares
at the group. “These pranks get out of control and people
get hurt. Is there anyone who fails to understand me?” A
chorus of “No, Mr. Morris” rises up on the morning air
from the assembled group. “Now everyone go into
breakfast and that will be the last of this nonsense.” With
that pronouncement he stalks to the trash can and tosses
the underwear into it. Damn, my favorite pair.
“Look at the trio of fools standing over there, they’re
furious.” Kat, the voice of wisdom suppresses a giggle,
shoving her hands into the pouch of her hoodie
sweatshirt.
“Yeah, especially Mac, he recognizes his boxers.” Emi
Jo says. “Ellen, you did a great job taking a variety of
colors and sizes. Those are Ben’s, second ones down the
line.”
“Shh,” I look at her with shock. “How do you know
which ones are his?”
“It’s not what you think, gutter mind.” She starts to
explain when three pissed off faces come stalking in our
direction. “Oh, boy, here they come, play it cool.”
“Good morning, my dear ladies.” Ben says. He looks
at the four of us with feigned devotion etched on his
face. “Lovely morning for a little flagpole activity, isn’t it?
My, my, I wonder how those smelly boxers from our
cabin got up there on that little bitty flagpole.”
“I don’t know how you did it, but you’ll pay.” Mac
takes a menacing step toward us.
I look at Vic, he shakes his head ever so slightly,
indicating our secret is safe.
“Beats me, underwear just don’t fly up flagpoles.” Kat
shrugs her shoulders.
“I think it was the four of you,” Mac shoves his face
close to Kat. “So watch your back.”
“Fuck you.” She shoots him the bird. I’m going to
faint. Flying hand gestures are not condoned at camp.
“And the same goes for you, that looks like our
underwear up there.” Tee gets in Mac’s face. “How do we
know you didn’t do it and you’re just bluffing?”
Apparently Tee has a taste for intrigue, she’s enjoying
every second of this dialogue.
With the fun over, everyone heads to the dining hall;
tagging behind I prefer to be last in line. Until this
incident blows over I intend to avoid social contact
for….ever. And then I notice Vic standing behind me.
He slips his hands on my hips and breathes these words
softly into my ear, “Ella, Ella, my mia bella, the next time
you see my underwear, darling, they aren’t going to be
flying from any flagpole. And just for the record, I don’t
wear any.” And with that he gives the hollow space of my
hips a sensual squeeze and walks away………
Oh my God, what have I got myself into? I’m paralyzed
with a titillating fear running up the back of my
spine……fueled by the possibility of a delicious
threat……and the implications of his whispered
words….
Chapter 10
A Little Illegal
A few days after the “boxer incident” Vic s
aunters
across the dining hall, stopping to pour a glass of water
from the pitcher on our table. He leans over whispering
in my ear, “The Erharts are going out tonight. It’s a
secret; no one is supposed to know. But after lights out, a
bunch of us are going down to the beach for a moonlight
swim. Why don’t I come by your cabin and we’ll walk
down to the lake together.” Behind the cover of my hair,
I feel his tongue lightly fleck over my ear. “I think you
owe me something, and I’m ready to collect.”
Jeepers creepers. Sneaking out after curfew…….against
all the rules…….. into the dark……. lions and tigers and
Vic….. oh my. Everyone else has been creeping around
camp at night, except for yours truly and Tee. And Vic
wants to collect……..the kiss. Something about him
suggests…he has kissed more than a few girls and
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