She pushed away from his heated embrace with jerky, urgent motions. "Jason, I-I'm sorry," she said pantingly. With a desperate thrust she broke free of the heated, charged embrace, adding, "If you can't remember what my husband wanted you to get, maybe you'd better go back to the group and find out."

The blonde teenager's face was full of mixed sorrow and confusion, as he felt the clear rejection in the woman's tone. He didn't see how she could be mad, just ten seconds ago she had been erotically returning his kiss! He regarded her inquiringly for a few moments, while she awkwardly stood up to get herself away from his young tantalizing body. Then he said, "Well, you could call him on the intercom, Mrs. Jenkins… That way I wouldn't have to go so soon."

Natalie had to smile at the undeniable logic of the boy's suggestion. Of course… The intercom switchboard was right against the wall next to the fireplace, and every camp counselor and teacher had a transmitter-receiver on his belt. It was originally supposed to be a safety measure for groups going out on long hikes or star-gazing expeditions, but over the years the use of the intercom system had proliferated until it was used almost as often as a telephone in the city. The equipment was out-dated and often useless, but still… Jason was right… Mark could be contacted much more easily over the intercom than if the fourteen year old boy had to go out after him.

Jason was encouraged by the older woman's smile, which he misinterpreted for acquiescence. He literally jumped up from the cushion and grabbed the young teacher around the waist, pulling her down roughly onto the squashed-out pillows.

"Oh, God, thank you, Mrs. Jenkins," he murmured hotly in her ear. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firm rounded buttocks under her tight shorts, squeezing them and kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from her head to her foot. More and more the insane, unpredictable desire which had been subtly building in her was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and was becoming less and less able to consider the logical consequences.