"Hi Aunt Wendy." Have a good time?" Oh yeah. Awesome. We went on paddle boats, went on rides at this huge fair, and went in the pool like every day." ...reat. Lots of cute boys around?" Emphasize the heterosexual as much as possible, she thought.Jenna giggled. "OH yeah."Later, after Jeremy was asleep, Jenna was finishing up her packing as Wendy walked by her room. She had readied herself for bed, knowing she had to get up early to catch her plane, and she had a knee length terrycloth nightshirt. My bunkmate had apparently fetched the camp counselor after he saw it. The councilors were not more than 4 or 5 years older than the campers. But he was very mature about it saying it was normal, healthy, and nothing to be ashamed of. He agreed to switch me to his tent.The first morning I woke up in his tent to discover my blanket had fallen off again and I had cold cum all over my stomach and chest. It was so embarrassing and I started to panic! The councilor woke up then and saw my dilemma.. “I thought this guy was the one for me, he said all the right things, we went to bed, had sex ... then he dumped me. All he wanted was just sex with me, nothing else. I felt horrible, like I had been used, just like a cheap tramp.”“I’m sorry to hear that, Fiona,” I said, squeezing her hands. “He must have been an idiot, not knowing what he was giving up.”“Yeah, well ... story of my life; my sex life at least. I seem to have a built in dickhead attractor; the only guys that are interested in me. He unplugged thea.c. cord and carried his gently whirring laptop down the hall to thebathroom, never once taking his eyes off the images on the screen. Theywere photographs of girls. Beautiful girls, with long tresses andvoluptuous figures.That made it okay that they had dicks, right? It was when you liked guys,that's when you were a damn queer. And these were not guys.Because some girls (like his cute cousin Marcie) had webbed toes, andthis didn't make them ducks. You wouldn't call someone who.