I don't like just dropping my friends. I can't see any reason why I should. I'm more inclined to be as honest as possible. As possible," I repeated, "...nd just see how things work out." Honest?" Kyra asked."Well we've only known each other for a couple of weeks but feel strongly for each other. That we're both a mass of teenage hormones but so far haven't had a chance to be alone so are still thinking about sex." Constantly," muttered Mark."You're a terrible friend; not letting me be alone with. Was this real? I felt my heart constrict. I had loved this man. It didn’t make any sense to my mind, but my heart and soul, they knew. And they weren’t going to let me forget him. I had a flash of visuals in my mind. Cien standing over me, fighting off men with swords as arrows flew all around us. Standing in front of a priest with Cien next to me, his plaid wrapped around our joined hands. Tilda… I opened my eyes with a heart wrenching gasp. Tilda. I flung myself in to Cien’s arms, holding. "Tom's description of the events tells me that you are in immediate financial trouble." Bill left me a hundred dollars; I think that was a math error on his part, he was always overdrawing our checking account." How long have you lived here? Tom says the house has a mortgage, that you're not renting." We moved here right after Shannon was born, the down payment was a wedding present from Bill and my parents. They co-signed the loan, too. In 1998, my parents died within a few months of each. We had supervised activities from early morning until 4pm, when we had a "free hour" until dinner at 5pm. And we were absolutely to be in our tents, in our bunks, for a headcount by our counselor by 8pm. Sometimes, usually, once a week, we had a campwide "supervised" evening sing-a-long, and dance at the social hall. That was our limit.If you had attended the camp for several years and outgrown the age limit, you could lay back a year, and then apply to come back as a "helper." There were.