Duh.)It started at summer camp, the day after my 18th birthday. I know, I know: I’m a late bloomer. So sue me. It could just as easily have happened...when I was fifteen, but it didn’t. Blind alleys, you know? I’m short and kind of small-breasted, and I could have easily passed for fifteen, which is why I think so many people took advantage of me. But I was 18.Every summer my parents sent me to camp for six weeks, since I was 13. This was my last year and I knew I was going to miss it. I also. Two kilometres away I had to wait for some cars to pass then I raced down another farm lane and into a wood lot.The hum was not heard now. I unloaded the wagon and then slowly started to remove my helmet. The hum was not gone. It was distracting but not quite painful at this distance. It also seemed to interfere with my ability to communicate.I used my cell phone and called Dad. When he answered I said, "The farm is under attack. There is some sort of mental device that knocked all of the kids. Some bloke appeared over the fence and told them off, at which they sauntered off giggling. I went to the bedroom at the front of the house, in case they went that way and to my delight they did, so I carried on wanking. They were just milling about, generally being quite naughty, banging on fences etc then one of them kept lifting her top up and walking about wriggling her arse, which really got me horny. I undid my shirt and went right up to the window and made it obvious I was wanking over. I intend to make certain that you both reveive honorable discharges for medical reasons.Dave and Denny both raised their eyebrows when she added, "Perhaps you two suffer from persistent hangnails maybe or enema addictions. We all know the navy is going to dump you two as fast as they can. You're both embarrassments to our Uncle Sugar. Even if they keep you, you'd be passed over for advancement three times in the next three years and you'd still be out."In grim silence the two men both nodded in.