“Of course they come out looking like cornbread, since Dale here won’t buy a muffin tin.”“That cornbread thing is all they had at the thrift s...ore next door,” I said.A few minutes later Betty finished her work out. She carried a glass of milk and a muffin upstairs to take a shower. After she left we moved to the living room and turned on the cable new channel. We were in time for the midday news. It came in on a satellite dish not a cable.Gayle and I began kissing. She seemed eager to kiss me. Jane moved her finger to the other trigger and asked, "Anybody wanna make sumpthin' more of this?"The voice of reason at the bar said, "No, sir. Jack's had that comin' ta him fer a long time. Looks ta me like ya didn't have no choice. Let me buy ya a fresh beer, cuz it looks like there's blood in yers."Jane reloaded and ambled over to the bar where she had a fresh beer with the voice of reason and his friends. The voice of reason put out his hand as said, "Howdy, I'm Ed Hopper. What's yer. He said... ‘ but by then it would be too late, the matriarch would be on the phone to the ‘action against porn’ or her lawyers and the camp would be no more. Which would be a pity, because these girls, many of them dainty ladies when they arrived, learned to be free-er and happier. Many would surprise their similarly well-bred spouses in years to come by announcing a camping trip for the family and Tristan or Xavier would find himself sleeping under the stars with an entranced child, listening. Sometimes her eternal optimism drove her bananas with her narrow view of the world around her.Mike was a salesman and he traveled for his company to several different states gathering orders for the factory located down by the river in their town. Their older brother had the same job but he got sent overseas on a military assignment and never made it home from his second tour of duty. They had a little shrine for him at home and sometimes when she passed it she shed a tear for his happy smile.