Girl Scout Camp Adventures:
 
by NetWanderer
 
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Disclaimer:
 
This story includes erotic material that may include consensual and 
non-consensual sex between adults and minors.  If such material offends 
you, or you are not legally permitted to possess such material, please 
discard this immediately.
 
 
Chapter 8 - ÒDiscipline must be maintained....Ó
 
Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  The insistent buzz of the alarm clock brought 
me back to the present from where my mind had been locked in a loop 
replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only hours 
ago.  I had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing.
 
I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third cup of 
coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on the 
weekly payables.  It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task at 
hand.
 
Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the job.  I 
was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock on my 
office door.  Muttering ÒYeah?Ó, I looked up from my desk.
 
One of the secretaries poked her head in.  ÒDave?  ThereÕs a counselor 
here to see you.  She said you told her to come by before lunch.Ó
 
	Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had 
asked to come in.  Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in.  When 
I saw who it was, I remembered.  It was Nikki, and she was supposed to 
meet me to find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous 
week.  With all that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I 
put on a stern face and decided to see how it went.
 
	Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up.  ÒDave, before you 
say anything, I just wanted you to know IÕm really sorry and it wonÕt 
happen again.Ó Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a 
severe expression.  I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze 
alternated between me and the floor.
 
	I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk.  
ÒIÕll tell you what.  You caught me in a good mood, so IÕll let you pick 
your own punishment.  If I think it is fair, thatÕs what it will be, but 
if I think it it too easy, IÕll come up with something much worse!Ó  I 
lifted my lips in a slight smile.
 
	Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my 
offer.  Finally, she came to a decision.  ÒMy father always said that bad 
girls needed a good spanking.Ó
 
	All I can say in my own defense is that my brains were still 
addled from the night before, or I never would have considered that 
request.  As it was, the professional in me urged me to reject the idea 
out of hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal side.
 
	I made my decision.  Standing up,  I stepped around my desk.  
ÒSounds fair.  Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest 
period starts.  You can go, IÕll see you then.Ó  I picked up a folder 
from my desk and pretended to read it, not looking at her as she left.
 
	I had to finish the bills by lunch, and the time pressure, 
coupled with sheer monotony, cleared my mind of thoughts about the 
pending encounter.  It was only when I saw Nikki in the dining hall at 
lunch that my concerns reappeared, but I could hardly back down now.  
Besides, I didnÕt really WANT to.
 
	After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some 
firewood dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes/  With the 
the campers in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there.
 
	Inside the shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows 
around the roof, I rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as 
a bench.  Sitting down, I waited for Nikki to arrive.
 
	At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard 
footsteps approach, then a tap on the door.  NikkiÕs voice.  ÒDave?Ó
 
	ÒCome.Ó I replied.  The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing 
the door behind her.  She turned to face me.  Nikki was about 5Õ6Ó, maybe 
120lbs.  Short brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over 
her blue eyes.  A halter top covered her above average sized breasts, 
complimented by white denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers.
 
	From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that 
was a mix of apprehension and anticipation.  I spoke up.  ÒSince you were 
twenty-five minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times.  I think you know 
the position.Ó  I pointed to my lap.
 
	Without a word, Nikki walked over and kneeled, then leaned across 
my lap, so I supported most of her weight.  In this position, her ass was 
raised slightly, directly under my right hand, while the underside of her 
breasts brushed the outside of my left leg.
 
	Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in 
immediately.  As I counted out ÒOne.Ó I dropped my left hand firmly to 
strike her on the left buttock.
 
	A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it.  Pausing 
slightly, I delivered strike number two to the other cheek with slightly 
more force.  This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the 
gasp.  Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I 
was sure that Nikki was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly 
more, than I was.  This was confirmed after strike number eight, when I 
allowed my hand to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up 
to meet my hand, accompanied by a definite moan.
 
	Time to up the ante, I decided.  I temporarily stopped my 
actions, and told Nikki to stand up.   She looked at me with a puzzled 
expression.  I pointed to her, ÒI think those shorts are providing too 
much padding.  Remove them.Ó  Anxiously, I waited to see if I had pushed 
things too far.  With an unreadable expression on her face, Nikki reached 
down and undid the upper snap and zipper.  The white shorts fell to the 
floor, revealing emerald green panties, with a black waistband.  High 
cut, it revealed her hips nicely.  Without being asked, she resumed her 
previous position.
 
	I paused only for a moment to admired the silk covered ass before 
delivering stroke number nine.  This time, as my hand impacted her panty 
covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her pussy against my leg, 
with yet another moan.
 
	Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten, 
eleven, twelve, and thirteen.  After each stroke, for only a moment, I 
rested my hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm.  I 
could feel a small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties.
 
 
	Numbers fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so 
I decided to see how far I could take this.  I told her to rise again, 
and hesitantly, she turned to face me.  I reached out and hooked my 
finger under the top of her halter top and pulled her closer, turning her 
sideways.   Idly, I traced a finger around the rear of her panties, 
feeling the muscles quiver slightly.  Her eyes were closed, but popped 
open as I delivered a sharp smack.  In the sternest voice I could still 
manage, I told her to remove the panties, there was still too much padding.
 
	The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had 
overdone it.  As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction, 
she turned and hooked her fingers into the black waistband.  With her 
back to me, she lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her 
perfect, if slightly red, ass to my view.  Stepping out of the panties, 
she returned to her position quickly, again with no comment.
 
	Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my 
harder impacts. From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my 
leg, I could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realised just how much she 
was enjoying this.  Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side 
was in contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole.
 
	Nine strikes to go.  I brought my hand down on the naked flesh of 
her left buttock and was rewarded with a low groan, and an increased 
feeling of dampness on my leg.  Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty 
only intensified the effect.
 
	Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike 
twenty-one, I let my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and 
exploring with the tips of my fingers.  She responded by wiggling her 
whole lower body, and a whispered Ôyes.....Ó.
 
	Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again.  Whap!  This time, 
I used my whole hand to massage the affected globe.  Her wriggling motion 
was almost constant now, and my leg was positively wet.
 
	Number twenty three repeated the process on the other cheek, 
while twenty-four was spread across both.  I allowed my hand to continue 
massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke.  Nikki 
was whimpering now, as if begging for release.
 
	With my left hand, I spread her cheeks to uncover her lower 
openings.  I raised my right hand and brought it down sharply, direct on 
her rear entry, the impact of the strike driving the tip of my finger 
inside.  The stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge, and she screamed as 
a small stream of fluid ran over my leg.  Her legs shuddered as she tried 
to maintain her position.
 
	Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the 
cabin door.  ÒI hope weÕve learned our lesson,Ó I said as I stepped out.  
Closing the door behind me, I realised that as deterrents went, what just 
happened probably was not all that effective.  Ah well.
 
	I started back to the office, but a feeling of tightness in my 
underwear indicated a visit to my cabin first was in order.
 
	The rest of the day passed with little incident, mainly as the 
campers were busy preparing for the eveningÕs main activity, the annual 
fashion show.  The fashion show was one of the big events of the season.  
Many campers brought special items from home.  Even some of the staff 
participated.
 
	To respect some of the campersÕ concerns, all male staff were 
given the evening off, and ÔencouragedÕ to leave camp.  Ordered 
actually.  I planned ahead.
 
	The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged off, 
claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands.   
She had, but I donÕt think she realised quite what I had in mind.
 
	After dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to 
head off, got in the wagon, and headed out the main entrance.
 
	About three hundred yards down the access road, I pulled the 
wagon off into a small clearing hidden from view, locked it, and made my 
way back to the Rec Hall by way of a small trail.  The rec hall was still 
dark, and I quickly used a small maintenance ladder to climb up through a 
trapdoor into the old storage loft, pulling the ladder up after me.
 
	We didnÕt use the old loft anymore, and during the day I had 
tacked down a few boards to allow me to move back and forth around the 
Rec Hall without noise, and observed.  At one end of the loft, I had a 
view of the dressing area backstage, and at the other, an old fan vent 
gave me a clear view of the stage.  A couple bottles of water and a 
flashlight were all I needed.  I dug a paperback out of my packet and 
waited for the entertainment to begin.
 
	The campers started to pile in somewhere in the middle of chapter 
12.  The fashion show had a fairly simple format, so that everyone could 
watch, a group of eight or ten campers in a particular theme would go 
backstage, set up, then come out.  After that, the next group would go 
back, while the audience talked, everyone sat down again, and the process 
repeated.  I had seen the program at the office earlier, which called for 
ÔdaywearÕ, ÔswimwearÕ, Ôevening wearÕ, ÔsleepwearÕ, Ôstaff wearÕ, and 
something called ÔnightwearÕ.
 
	The first group went backstage.  I didnÕt expect much from the 
daywear category out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of 
the hall.  Through a hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and 
see a fairly decent sized area of the dressing room.  I could see the 
girls milling around, but most of them had worn their outfits in, hiding 
them under sheets or something similar.  At the edge of my field of 
vision, I could see what appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased 
tits, but they never moved clearly into view.  The campers started to 
move out front, so I went back to my seat by the vent as the music began.
 
	Tracy introduced Jackie as the eveningÕs MC, and they started.  
She was sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head 
visible behind a light and sound controls.  Each girl came out to Ôher 
songÕ, and stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables 
leading off the stage.  After spinning once or twice, she walked back, 
posed, and stepped backstage.
 
	The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions 
of the usual items seen around camp.  The kids seemed to enjoy it tho, as 
the applause was loud after every presenter.  My interested perked up, 
however, as Jackie said ÒNow, for something a little more ÔdaringÕ, 
hereÕs Sandra, in a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.ÕÓ
 
	From behind the curtain, out came Sandra, a blond, 15-year-old 
camper whose athletic body had captured my attention repeatedly over the 
past few days.  She had wrapped a large towel around herself, and as she 
got halfway down the runway, she tossed it over her shoulder and let it fall.
 
	There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and 
I almost joined in.  Sandra was wearing a white Ôcrop topÕ that was about 
two sizes too small, with no bra.  Her nipples could be seen quite 
clearly through the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out 
that showed off her wonderful cleavage.
 
	Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a tiny pair of 
denim shorts that had to have been applied with a shoe-horn.  Every curve 
of muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a vague outline of 
her pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper.  As she turned, 
you could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks together.  
Sandals without socks completed the outfit.
 
	After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of 
the daywear group was anti-climactic.  Deciding I would rather be 
surprised, I stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group.
 
	Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling 
around, as they waited for the swimwear group to begin.  In what I found 
to be a surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their 
seats.  This time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stageÕs corner 
spots were turned on to highlight the center area.  JackieÕs voice came 
through the sound system.
 
	ÒOur first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a 
one-piece from her ÔBaywatchÕ collection.  Becky stepped out from behind 
the curtain, an eight-year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the 
ones used in the TV series.  As she pirouetted at the end, the suit rode 
up between her ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely.
 
	ÒNext is Trish, from the Debutantes (older middle girls).  SheÕs 
modelling another one-piece outfit.Ó  Trish was an eleven-year-old 
brunette, just starting to develop.  The green one-piece she wore hugged 
her curves nicely.
 
	ÒOur third model is Amanda, from the Juniors, with the final 
one-piece of the night, called Peek-A-Boo.Ó  Amanda was 9, with brown 
hair.  When she stepped out, she was wearing what appeared to be a 
standard solid white bathing suit.  However, as she walked the runway, 
her hand reached down and pulled off the side of the suit, revealing bare 
skin.  As she moved, additional sections of the suit, presumably held on 
by something like velcro were removed, leaving areas of naked skin on 
both her sides and belly, as well as the upper center of the chest, 
creating a decidedly erotic look.
 
	ÒTHAT was interesting.  Next is one of our seniors, Jeanette, 
with her ÔTie-DyeÕ bikini, which she made herself, here at camp.Ó  
Jeanette was 14, and nicely built, with long legs.  She had tie-dyed a 
white bikini with purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so that the patterns 
centered right on her nipples and pubic mound.
 
	ÒNext is Erica, also from our seniors group, in her Ômetallic 
fantasyÕ.  Erica, a fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out 
wearing a bikini that looked like it had been made of tiny silver 
scales.  As she moved, the metallic fabric shifted, catching the light 
and pulling lookerÕs attentions to different parts of her body.
 
	ÒFrom the Juniors comes Diane, wearing ÔPink DelightÕ.  When 
Diane came out, my first thought was to wonder what parent sent that to 
camp for a nine-year-old.  Diane, a blonde, was wearing a pink micro 
bikini-top, which had her breasts started to develop, would not have 
covered them.  At is was, small rises of flesh around the edge of the 
pink triangles showed where nature was beginning its work.  Her pink 
bottoms consisted of only a string around the waist, and a triangle of 
fabric so small as to be noticed only by the color difference.  As she 
spread her legs in the turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips 
of her pussy clearly became visible for a moment to the sides of the 
cloth.  On her route back, the pink string that made of the bikiniÕs rear 
literally disappeared between her cheeks.
 
	ÒLast, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes 
(younger middle) division, wearing Neon Nights.Ó  Michelle, an 
eleven-year-old brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright 
neon orange bikini.  Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but 
when she reached the end of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it 
down, Underneath was a slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top.  The same 
happened to the bottoms.
 
	The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got 
ready to perform.  While interesting, I had hopes for better things.
 
	As the performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the 
loft again, and tried to peek in on the activity below.  Alas, someone 
had hung a cloth or towel of some kind over a string that had been under 
the viewhole, and I couldnÕt see a thing.  Grumbling under my breath, I 
returned to my position.
 
	Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed.  Out of the 
speaker system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular 
back then, I forget the title.
 
	JackieÕs voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost 
totally and a spot went up on center stage.  ÒFirst up, we have Brenda.  
Brenda is modelling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for 
more than just meetings.Ó  She wasnÕt kidding.  Brenda, a leggy 15 year 
old with light auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major 
changes to the uniform.
 
	The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a slit 
side that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she 
walked.  As she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties.
 
	She had shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the 
upper two buttons open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, 
which drew the viewers eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts.  A 
slightly small vest, and a beret at a rakish angle completed the 
ensemble.  This outfit could turn a Girl Scout recruiting poster into a 
porno film ad.  Brenda left the stage to thunderous applause.
 
	The spotlight refocused on the center stage.  Next up is Janine, 
from our Rockettes division, wearing the ÔlayeredÕ look.  Janine stepped 
out from behind the curtain.  Initially, her outfit was not very 
impressive, consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants.
 
	A different voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I 
could not recognise it, or see the speaker.  ÒNot all evenings are fancy 
dress affairs.  Sometimes, you want something a little more comfortable, 
less formal, and more versatile.  Janine tossed her light brown hair over 
her shoulder.
 
	ÒFirst, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the 
beach, or a trip to the movies.  Janine posed.
 
	ÒIf you feel a bit warm, you can remove the top.Ó  Janine reached 
down, and with that crossed arm motion I always find so exciting, quickly 
removed the sweatshirt.  Underneath was a tight black T-shirt that 
outlined her girlish curves and budding tits.
 
	ÒStill warm?  Off with the bottoms!Ó  With a swing of her hips, 
Janine pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet.  This 
revealed a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around 
her legs.
 
	ÒIf after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one 
layer further.Ó  Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off 
the T-shirt and tossed her hair again.  A pale yellow sports bra 
highlighted her now revealed tummy.  Tiny bumps could be seen through the 
stretching fabric.
 
	ÒFinally, after you get home, its time to get comfortable....Ó  
With a quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and 
pulled.  Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow 
boxer shorts that matched the bra.  Janine took a quick turn on the 
catwalk, gathered up her clothes, and returned backstage.
 
	While interesting, neither of the next two presenters were worth 
detailing.  Peri, a junior modelled a fancy dress, and Belle modelled an 
evening gown that would have been far more attractive on someone who, 
shall we say, was a little more slender.
 
	There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear 
model got ready.  This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular 
outfit.
 
	I wasnÕt disappointed.  ÒOur final eveningwear model is Terri, 
who is modelling a selection from a certain well-known catalog.Ó
 
	As I heard the name, I immediately perked up.  Terri was a tall 
brunette with hazel eyes.  She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing 
around camp, but even that could not conceal what appeared to be a 
spectacular figure.
 
	When she stepped out into the circle of light formed by the spot, 
my dick, in all seriousness, turned into a bar of iron.  Terri was 
wearing a one piece dress of a spandex like material, bright red.  Two 
shoulder straps scooped down into a plunging v-neck which displayed the 
cleavage between her pert breasts.  A zipper travelled the full length of 
the dress to a high cut hem.  If she turned just so, a patch of shadow 
was the only cover her panties had.  As she reached the end of the 
catwalk and turned around, I found myself forcibly restraining myself 
from jerking off right there.  The back of the dress plunged all the way 
down to just above a gorgeous ass, and the short hem produced only a 
patch of shadow even smaller than the one in front.  When she left the 
stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for several seconds.
 
	As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited for the 
lump in my pants to subside.  Thankfully, it would take a few minutes for 
the swimwear models to get ready.
 
	Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was 
unremarkable, consisting of sleepshirts, pajamas, and the like.  As the 
presentation concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in 
the room.  After the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest 
divisions back to their beds.  Once they were gone, the tension rose 
higher as the lights dimmed for the last section.
 
	ÒFinally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our 
ÔnightwearÕ collection.  There are three presenters tonight, and I think 
you will like all of them.Ó
 
	Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme.  As the 
volume rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth 
through the curtain.  I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one 
African-american counselor, Keisha.
 
	Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha ÔslinkedÕ from 
behind the curtain.  She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below 
the hem of the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white 
shoes with 4 inch heels.  As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the 
floor.  If ë had needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down 
just then.
	Keisha was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves 
covering her arms.  The zig-zagging ties in front pushed her ample 
cleavage up and out as her belly button peeked between the laces.  
Elastic bands were clipped from the bottom of the corset to her stocking, 
highlighting white thin panties through which her pubic hair was clearly 
visible.  As she struck a couple of poses, I could feel drops of liquid 
oozing from the end of my again hard manhood.  I didnÕt have time to 
recover, because as soon as she left, the spot moved to the side of the 
stage for model number 2.
 
	Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike.  I 
could only think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight 
of her outfit.  As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly 
spilled over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it was 
ready to burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at the 
top.  A matching G-string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered 
her pussy mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels accented 
every curve on her legs.
 
	By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I 
watched the spot traverse the stage.  Standing there was Ilene, a petite 
blond.  Her red robe fell apart and off her shoulders.  She was wearing a 
pair of brief white floral panties that were tied at each side with small 
bows, and a clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms.  As the 
light full hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed.  Everyone 
gasped.  
 
	The bra had no front panels!  Her solid pink nipples poked out 
firmly from her firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed.  My dick 
throbbed painfully.
 
	As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage.  As the 
bowed, I lost it.  My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly.  Without 
every touching myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into 
my pants. By the time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the 
three beauties had left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall.  I 
waited for the room to clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the 
cabin for a change of clothes.  Thankfully, my jeans mostly look alike.
 
	After picking up the wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up 
appearances and returned to camp about an hour before curfew.
 
	I was still a little too agitated to sleep, so I decided to take 
a quick stroll around the grounds.  It seemed like a lot of people were 
out, I barely saw anyone.  As I was passing a trail to the lake area, I 
heard the sounds of giggling and splashing.  Curious, I headed down the 
trail to see what was going on.
 
	Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being 
out of camp had decided to go skinny dipping.  Had I realised this, I 
probably would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and 
grabbed their towels, affording me only a tantalising glimpse of breasts 
and assess as they skittered past me.  Funny though, I could swear one or 
two of them winked at me as they went past.
 
	Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights 
sleep.  Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday before my day off.
 
Next Chap: Games people play....
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