She had this look of horror on her face. His expression was hard to discern."Will I be able to walk?" I asked."It's just a break and I expect it will ...eal nicely." I meant when I have the casts on." You're kidding, right?" I guess I am," I said with a sigh. "How long will I be immobile?" Six weeks, and you'll not be totally immobile, John. You can use a wheel chair. The new cast will not be the full cast your other leg has," the doctor said, as though he had some idea of what a limiting factor. Be a Camp Counselor!No way, I repeated to myself. I didn't think of it again until the following day when I dropped the Saturday edition atop the pile. I picked it up again.Be a Camp Counselor!I'd been a teacher almost 30 years. I knew about kids. I was retired now; bored, gaining weight, losing my shape. I needed a gym and I needed a diet. I didn't need kids.Sunday after church I bundled the papers together and walked them out to the laundry room and dropped them in the recycle bucket. Monday. But it was her winning face, with her brilliant smile, that caught me themost.I vaguely heard a woman behind us in line saying something about BikiniBeach's purpose in letting girls enjoy themselves without being ogled byboys -- case in point here. I was all caught up in the wonderful visionof exotic loveliness, when Ruth pounded me on the shoulder. "Luke! You'redrooling!" Oh, um, hi Carol!" I stammered, realizing only now how I'd been staring,and how my swimming trunks were poking out in a. As he passed behind her, Wallace moved the straps of his wife’s red dress off her shoulders to leave them halfway along her upper arms. He then slapped her on the bottom, and Esme gasped briefly.“You enjoy the view, sire,” Wallace said in hushed tones, his eyes motioning to his wife’s tits, “And fear not, I shall have Cassandra here for you to bed within the hour.”Wallace then moved off down to the other end of the bar to serve a couple of locals more ale.Ragan smiled at Esme, and she grinned.