"Cccrrkkk… Natalie, where are you?! Jason Powell is… ccchhhttt… ing… Come in, Natalie!"

The brunette tried to ease her panting breaths as she flipped the switch from "receive" to "transmit".

"Yes, Mark," she gasped into the microphone, "this is Natalie…"

"Zzzzzccckkk… oh, good… I seem to have lost a boy… the one… zzzzccckk… to get the book…"

Natalie looked disgustedly at the ancient communications equipment. It was practically useless to try to get anything straightened out over the unreliable transmitter, but she inhaled wearily to try to respond normally. "Jason Powell is here…"

"What? Where?"

"Jason Powell is here… What book did you want him to bring?"

The distressed teacher was suddenly aware of her blatant nakedness, as Jason cowered in the corner with his camp uniform on. He didn't know whether he should run away or stay, but he tried not to make any noise that his camp counselor might hear over the intercom.

"Ccchhhkkkk… edible plants, with the pictures of… click… on the dresser…" The garbled message was unclear at best, but the sexually frustrated brunette was anxious to put an end to the licentiously humiliating situation.

"Yes, darling, I know the one," she replied into the transmitter, and then she switched the whole apparatus off, which was against camp regulations, but which she had to do to avoid further contact with her husband. She avoided Jason's puzzled gaze as she almost frantically pulled on her discarded clothing, but she told him to wait as she hurried down the hall to the bedroom that she and her husband were sharing for the duration of the six-week summer camp session.