"Are you ashamed to be seen in the nude, Roxanne?" Pat challenged, interrupting her in mid-stream.

"Ashamed?" For the third time in about ten minutes the girl seemed completely flustered and at a loss for words. "Why – no! Of course not! Why should I be?"

"Then why all the fuss?"

"Well, it just seems so – primitive, I guess."

"You'll get used to it," Pat muttered. "Now how about getting out of your clothes like the other girls are doing and getting yourself cleaned up for bed?"

"I'm not really dirty now, you know. I did bathe at home this morning."

"Good," Pat smirked, "then it shouldn't take you long to shower now."

With a heavy sigh, Roxanne began to unbutton the front of her blouse and strip out of her clothes along with the others. Pat leaned back against the wall, wishing more than anything for a cigarette but knowing how Mrs. Marchant felt about Big Sisters being seen smoking in front of their girls. "If you must indulge in such a filthy habit," she'd often told her counselors, "do it in your own cabins, where the girls can't see."

"That goes for a lot of filthy habits, Mrs. M.!" Pat thought, feeling once again the ripple of need running through her as she watched the pile of clothes accumulating on the floor and tried her best not to stare too openly at the lithe, smooth young bodies that had just shed them.

Her hunger was at a feverish pitch. Since her arrival at the camp that morning she'd been almost obsessed with the thought of making love to June that night. It had been months since they'd last seen one another; not since Christmas, in fact, when Pat went to Boston to spend a few days with June and her family during the college recess. The memory of how they'd made love to one another during that brief time was still so fresh in her mind she could almost taste the salty-sweetness of June's flesh on her tongue when she curled it slowly around inside her mouth.