Damn, I thought to myself, lil Dawnie really was a lil slut, relaxing back and just letting her work for a few minutes before I decided to add a littl... commentary."Damn Dawnie, if only big s*s could see you now, cleanin' your slutty little ass off my dick like a total ATM whore while you try and soothe your freshly gaped butt hole with a bag of peas. Mmmmmm, you really are a hot little slut, aren't you?" I taunted, only to get a moan of approval from the little whore. Looks like I needed to be. I figured he was right. I’d been having sex since before my senior year and some of these kids were only a year younger than me.The camp was designed to be a summer repertory experience. That meant that every two weeks, another show would go into rehearsals and it would be three weeks between openings. The campers were responsible for everything—sets, lighting, costumes, acting. One might be the lead in one show and pulling the curtain on another show. I wished my guidance counselor had found. " Talking don't do shit!" She said rubbing her wrist the cuffs hurt her. "Talking is for old women and sissy boys!" The disdain in her voice was unmistakable. "Can I smoke?" If you talk to me some more I will let you have a cigarette. Okay? Now tell me more about when you and your mother left Oklahoma City." We must have walked five miles before we got a ride. At last a trucker pulled over and let us get in. He was old maybe 50 or older even. He had a tooth missing in front, his teeth were. The summer of 1976, America's Bicentennial, and I was sixteen years old. Iwas lucky enough to have found a job at a cafeteria style steakhouse. Thepay wasn't great, but the people who owned it made up for it by making mefeel like part of their family. In the few short months I had worked forJim and Lori, I had learned as much as I could from them about working ina restaurant. They in turn, instilled in me a passion for the industry,and an eagerness to learn more. Which also inspired me to learn.