I didn’t want anyone to think that an argument with me would be easy to win. I intended for them all know that my word was law in the campground. It...was too small a space for arguments to break out. I needed to maintain order for everyone’s protection.These guys were away from their families, so a lot of them went a little wild. Too much alcohol was consumed and lately even pot was used. I tried not to make an issue of the booze and I looked the other way when I saw a guest smoking pot. I made. "Shit! Alright, just shut up."I went to the door and opened it, hoping my face wasn't flushed with excitement or embarrassment. I needn't have worried. Even as I addressed most of my students by name (like the training said to) most never even bothered to look up as they came inside. Teenagers are incredibly self-absorbed, and anyone who thinks differently doesn't really remember being eighteen.Was Savannah any different?I like to think so. But then again, I was seeing someone through glasses. It only seems like eternity while you’re there. Then you get to come back to the land of Time again. Buster was his name. I laugh to think of it now. Good ol’ Buster. He didn’t know what hit him! How could he? I suspect he had spent a lot of lifetimes digging dirt. I suspected this one held all the promise for him of a plumbing job, complete with drooping pants that never could seem to stay up over that crack! I have to smile when I remember Buster. He was a sweet kid. He grew up to be a sweet. A knock at the door barely heard over the air-con, The voice the other side of the door saying, You there Mister, sorry we are late traffic problems. Standing in the doorway was a mum and daughter, The mother late 30’s maybe, dressed in lycra leggings and sweat top hiding potentially nice large tits, not too heavy, attractive face. Peek hole high heels, nails all finished in the same shade of purple. Hair brushed away from the face. The teenage daughter a lighter shade of black to her mother.