was a minor point. The girl smiled, and offered Tuesday her hand.

"Come on, honey," she invited. "You're new, so let me show you around."

There followed a tour of the camp, and Tuesday was simply overwhelmed to find in the next couple of days that Miss Douche was her almost constant companion. On the evening of the third day, the counselor offered an unexpected prize.

"Why don't you come up and sleep with me, Tuesday?" she asked. "I have a great big bed all to myself, and I'd just love to have you. We could have.., fun!" The last was offered with a deliciously suggestive inflection which led Tuesday's stomach to contact with pleasurable pangs of anticipation. She could just picture the two of them with a flashlight under the covers after lights out, eating cookies which had been stolen from the kitchen.

Tuesday accepted Miss Douche's invitation, and was tingling all over with anticipation as she moved her things into the counselor's comfortable quarters.

"Here, dear, put your clothes in the closet, and let's get in bed! I've been wanting to get to bed with you for the longest time."

"Oh, yes," Tuesday answered breathlessly. "Me, too!"

"You have?" Miss Douche asked, amazed. "You think we can have fun in bed?"

"Sure we can," Tuesday said. "You show me how."

Emilia Douche was thirty years old, and except for a deficiency in the boobie department. I was a magnificent piece of human construction. She could have attracted big, juicing, swinging cocks from a radius of several hundred miles. She could have been eaten and buggered by some of the more attractive men in two states. And had these attractions not turned her on, she could have chosen a lezzie partner from uncounted thousands of adult women who liked their vice versa. She had an oozing snatch for Tuesday from the moment the teen went through her "processing".