Those campers who were there for the season were the most conscious of the more relaxed atmosphere. None of the campers were in the least uncomfortabl... with sharing a shower with someone from the opposite sex and, if it happened that a guy was facing a urinal when a girl entered the sanitary, if anything, he was likely to be pushed further forward.Pretty well everyone respected Jennifer's clothing policy; every one wore shorts and quite a few girls still wore tops, although some, including some. She told me to come in, and after showing the required respect to what looked like a new pair of red boots on her feet, I was told to go cook and tidy.The kitchen was in an even worse mess. Lots of empty wine bottles and glasses, but I cleaned then all the same before preparing her dinner.Suddenly she was at the door. ‘I’ve had a few friends round today. They’re very needy and they don’t care about making a mess. That’s what slaves are for?.’I smiled, she saw it and smiled back with a knowing. "And I was watching the cheerleaders, not the Cro-Magnons." Cute and smart too." That is so sexist. I... How'd you know I was smart?" she said finally turning around and look at me."Most people would have said Neanderthal. And I still don't believe you go to school here." I suppose you know every girl in the school." Pretty much." Then I added, "Definitely the cute ones," to annoy her."Argh." When did you start?" I asked, to change the subject."Monday." Are you a cheerleader?" I was 'til. The doorman downstairswould have recognised him and let him in. When he saw me his face fellabout ten feet."Sarah? You look terrible! How did you manage to put on so much weight?And what have you done to your hair?"I scowled and slammed the door after him. There was a little white-framed mirror in my hall and I peered at my reflection. My skin lookedwashed out, my eyes puffy. I couldn't tell if it was the curtains beingclosed or not but I found it hard to focus my eyes.Andrew was waiting for me.