hoping to God somebody'd be decent. Oh, I can remember it like right now. It was as hot as the hubs of hell, and we were all sleeping naked…"

The rich snots went to the mountains, the folks kinda in the middle went to camps, and the poor whites and Negroes went to "Day Camps". Older guys were crowding the market as counselors. They worked the camps, taking their girl pussies where they could sneak them.

Tuesday's mother refused to consider any camp where there were men on the staff.

"Absolutely not!" she said, slapping the palm of her hand down on the kitchen table for emphasis. "Tuesday is not going out there with some sex-crazed woodmen. Lord knows I've worked all these years to keep her a virgin, and I'm not sending her where there're men or even guys."

The old man was a sore-codded old failure whose last hard-on had been the occasion for a three-day celebration, but it had been so long ago that nobody, not even the old man himself, could be exactly certain when. Since he was not fucking the old woman at all, she spent her time thinking

about who else was and might be fucking Generally, it was a harmless pastime, but it was no help to Tuesday who wanted to go to a private camp at Yodel Hole, Virginia.

"NO!" her mother thundered. "You'll go to the camp where they have Christian ladies of refinement and some breeding to look after you. At least you can't be raped in an all-girl camp."

Pity the poor woman's total ignorance. Tuesday arrived on a Sunday afternoon, and was "processed" and assigned to a cabin. There were four other girls in the crude shelter, and Tuesday didn't like the way the mattress smelled.

Then she met Miss Emilia Douche (pronounced, she was cautioned), "doo-shay", with the accent on the last syllable). Miss Douche was a real, sure enough Frenchie, who had been to school, according to report, in Paris itself. She was butchy, and walked with a masculine swing to her shoulders. Her close-cropped hair framed a strong-featured face, and in her shorts, she displayed an excellent set of well-tanned legs. Tuesday noted that Miss Douche did not hold much in the mammary or tit department, but this