"The people who died in that house own the property the camp was built on. Rumors have it, they're buried in the cemetery on the other side of the lak...." So what?" Steve said."The camp reminds them that they are no longer alive," John said. "That's why it is said that their ghosts haunt that house across the lake every summer. They watch over the camp like they did when they were alive." Ghosts?" The word made Steve burst into laughter. "No kid in their right mind would believe such a story.". "Jessica, you're not the greatest person, but I'd never call you indecent," he teased."We're naked! These are just girls," she gestured towards the Smith sisters.James shrugged and dropped his pants as well, "This is the only place we've found with clean freshwater, Jessica. Are you trying to say that only women can swim here? That's a bit sexist don't you think?"She had no response, and was no longer looking at him—at least not his face. James ignored the four pairs of eyes that were all. You are trying not to look like the jealous witch we both secretly know you are.I make the introductions and you try not to glare at the pretty Christy I have lunch with occasionally her eyes laugh at you and I knowingly kiss your ear. You remind me of our tickets and we leave both conscious of the longing eyes following us.The symphony was an electrifying experience. In our private box, no one noticed you stroking my delicious hard-on through my slacks. Hopefully, they were equally oblivious. "Mr. Donaldson was just leaving. He has a business to look after, one with a lot of noisy machines."Emma smiled as she spoke, hoping to lighten the moment, but Jack still held Becky's hand and continued to stare into her young face."Yes," he said abruptly, letting go of the girl's hand. "I have to get back to the shop."Emma escorted the man to the front door, but before he left he could not resist turning his head for another look at Becky whose two hands were on her bare thighs, the plaid.