.. what ... oh Jesus! Carl, is that you?”“In the flesh, Margot. In the flesh.”“What ... no, oh no. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.�...��“Oh, but it is, baby. And I captured the whole thing on video. But you’re right – you’re all fucked out. I’ll leave you in peace. Besides, I wouldn’t touch a skanky whore like you. You’re not my type any more.”Hurrying isn’t all that easy using a cane, but she didn’t even try to follow. Her sobs resumed with a hysterical wail, and she slid back down the wall,. . I'm sorry," he whimpered, sounding less like the college student hewas and more like a naughty little boy. "I didn't mean anything..." No," Charlene said, calm and in control. "You just liked to watch usheading for the showers and lying in bed and whatever. And you playedwith your willy while you did it. We couldn't help seeing all thosewadded up tissues in your trash can." Suddenly snapping at him, shewanted to know, "How often did you jerk off?"Caught off guard, he blurted out, "A few. If the North Koreans decided to come south, that bridge would not be standing by the time they reached it. Unfortunately, that would leave all of us north of that bridge with no way back. I began to feel expendable. When we finished our survey, rechecked the entire computations and radioed in the results, (Yea, we wanted the North Koreans to know we had them pegged), we started back down south. This whole thing was sort of routine. It seems as if the North Koreans moved something at least once. Your parents had sent you away this summer against your will. They were taking their own vacation this summer and they didn't trust you at home by yourself. You couldn't really blame them for not trusting you but this was a little extreme. After all, six weeks was a lot of time to spend at camp.You never were much of an outdoors person, but that was just one of the things you were not looking forward to. Leaving all you friends behind. And your boyfriend. Least of all communal showers.Finally.