The pain I had tried not to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and ... managed a gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered with welts. I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a razor and a can of shave cream. "Oh shit what is next??" I thought, through the pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said "I'm going to shave your cunt, whore. Whores must be kept. The idiot was trying to say that we must have cheated on our test results, there was no way a generator could perform at those rates, or with that level of efficiency. I handed him a batch of reports from independent testers, as well as his own engineers, and told him that I would be back when he wanted to talk business. Otherwise I would just wait until his corporation folded. Andrews isn't complaining about that, is he?" No, actually, he said that he was impressed with your restraint at that. As it turned out, Colin’s cabin (Lenape) and Julia’s (Arapaho) were both full summer cabins. The campers arrived at 10 AM on a Saturday, and the counselors were all there to greet them for orientation. ***** Joe was glad today would be a busy one. Colin hadn’t come home last night, probably too embarrassed after catching Joe’s one-handed action in the shower. There really wouldn’t be a chance to bring it up, and for that, Joe was thankful. Joe had seen Colin chatting with a few girls earlier,. Emily joked that Greg was "good-enough-looking," when it was just her and Sophie talking—he had the jawline, he was tall, he dressed as well as any other broke college guy—but the freshman fifteen had taken their toll on him, compared to when they'd first started going out. Sophie seemed to get hotter every day, her passion for sports and her developing sense of style blossoming as they went into sophomore year, but Greg was losing ground on his girlfriend. Emily had taken to calling him.