We had a few idiots in our company too.I had written Christi a letter and talked to her on the phone a couple of times, and told her I would be coming... home December twentieth through January second and could not wait to see her. That was just a week away. I had not received a letter from her yet. She explained to me, one night when I had called her that she had been busy and just did not have time yet but she would write.As the days approached, they got longer. I had no idea when I joined they. “Yeah, is that what you want?” She spanked herself again, harder. “You like the sound of that?” Harder still. “Do you want to punish your bad little girl?” Times must have changed since I graduated high school. I hadn’t had much luck with women back then, but I had friends, and I heard stories, and none of those stories ever sounded anything like Rachel did now. “Don’t worry,” she said, turning back around and cupping her breasts. “I can be a good girl for you, too. Do you like these? Uh huh,. I'd stopped off in research before leaving the newspaper.The Dastardly Duo was actually Hank and Henry Smith, originally from Cooperstown, Alabama. They were examples of the "small town boys made good" story. Young boys leave their hometown in pursuit of their dreams, and overcome insurmountable odds to make it rich and famous on the pro wrestling circuit. Both weighed in at 230lbs and topped out at 6 foot even. Not bad looking either, if you liked them tall, muscular and sweaty."Can I ask you. The door to the main area was opened and I continued in and looked around.The building was divided into half and I was standing in the central hallway. I could hear the familiar sound of water dripping coming from the far end of the hallway. It was obvious now, I was in a newly constructed bathhouse. Cathy always said that with a coed camp like this there should be separate areas for the boys and girls and I guessed this was it. I used to tease her about the trouble they could get into if.