I had mentioned that her name was Caryn like their mom, but she spelled it differently.I was about ready to put the casserole in the oven for supper, ...hen Angela came in."Dad, the lady that called; she was the lady you met on the boat, right? Why did you never tell us that her name was also Caryn Wilson? She scared me to death. I thought Mom was calling, and I couldn't figure out how that happened. You do know her voice is a lot like Mom's over the phone." You know, now that you mention it, she. It didn't scare me, but it cried mystery. I felt totally confused and wondered what I real detective would do."Why?" I asked."Forget it, kid." The lifeguard said. She waved over two other counselors. "Take our mer-man to see the camp nurse."She walked over behind us and placed a hand on each of our shoulders. "You two just forget what you saw here. You're here to enjoy camp. Just remember the camp's main rule is to stay away from that house!"But I wasn't listening. I was only thinking about the. I had done a lot in my time to help them anddespite the weight of it dragging on my limbs sometimes and making meforget, I'd succeeded more times than not.It was such a shame that a lot of the girls they got in got it in theirheads that the way to get along - be "in" with people - was to flaunttheir sexuality. For some of the worst cases, sex was just anotherbartering system for them. Cigarettes, money, even drugs: anything froma hand job up to full blown sex could be given in trade.Like I did. She began used to them moving freely with her and treat them all just like friends.One day after dropping her Nitin said next week Sunday we will fuck her brains out.I just said all the best.That week went like a year to me and every day I was waiting for Sunday to come anxiously.Nitin told me to pick up my sister and come there to the room.I went to her hostel pick her up and came to the room. After having some talks Nitin took a pill and mixed it in a cool drink and gave it to my sister. He.