For the next few days he got no signals from Marsha. He wondered, with some irritation, if she were giving all her free evenings to Stein. She had certainly been enjoying it the time he peeked through the window and saw the husky director banging away at her silver pussy. Or, the thought hit him, maybe she had found herself pregnant. But he dismissed that idea. She was a smart woman, and a nurse besides. And she had told him that pills were passed out to the camper girls by the bucketful. She had sense enough to take them herself.
He still spoke to her, and at mealtimes he watched her unobtrusively. It seemed to him that a tiny worry wrinkle was developing between her delicately arched eyebrows. But she still gave him the same friendly greetings and smiles, though her smiles were more impersonal now.
He made a date with Annabelle, and shortly before midnight he and the tall slim riding counselor took blankets and walked far up the lake shore, away from the camp and well out of hearing range. Dan had checked out the place in the afternoon. Now a quarter-moon gave them a little light.
"Let's take a dip," Dan suggested after he had spread their blankets on the sand. "I brought a towel."
"Okay," she agreed, "but we'll have to be real quiet. Sound carries very clearly over the water." She giggled. "And maybe somebody's doing a little skinny dipping over at the float."
"Like who?" Dan asked.
"Aw, sugah, you know damn well who. Buddy and Sonya. They're getting it nearly every night-and maybe sometimes in between."
Dan laughed. He had figured as much.
They quickly stripped off their clothes and waded out into the cool water of the lake. The surface was smooth as glass and the moonlight gleamed on it with a mirrorlike reflection. The hard sandy bottom angled rather steeply, and just a few yards out the water was over their heads.
They swam silently for a few minutes, then floated and drifted, enjoying the refreshing coolness. The night was unusually warm. Annabelle lay floating on her back and Dan paddled alongside, admiring her slim graceful body spread naked on the water. Her firm tits, hardened even more by the cool water, thrust straight up in the moonlight like round towers. Drops of water sparkled in her cunt hair. He reached up and stroked her lightly, along her smooth thighs and across her love-mound.
"I sure wish I could get on you just like that, right here in the water," he said.
"Ssssh!" she warned. "Not so loud. And you can't do it because we'd both sink. Let's go back to the shore."
They swam back to where they could stand up in the water. When it was just chest-high, Dan pulled Annabelle against him and hugged her close to him. He wanted to feel those hard tits pressing into his own naked chest. She pressed her whole body against him tight, and squeezed her strong slender arms about him while his hands roamed up and down her back. Her nipples hardened into blunt bullets against him and she squirmed her hips, sliding her thighs back and forth across his.
Dan held her in a long kiss, and as her tongue rippled across his open lips she started breathing hard and her head twisted and her mouth worked on him as if she were trying to eat him. Even her teeth grated against his, so passionate became her kiss. Dan's cock, which had been dangling against her belly, slowly began to harden, pressing against her smooth tender skin. She felt it, and her sinuous body and limbs writhed even more eagerly against him.
The pressure of his imprisoned rod increased, and Annabelle backed away slightly to allow it to rise upright between them. Then she pressed back against it with her belly and resumed her exciting squirming, even rising on her toes in the water, then going back down, to slide her belly up and down on his thickening cock. They both were breathing harder now as the sensation excited them.
"Wait a minute," said Dan, and reluctantly Annabelle stopped her movements.
He put his hands under her ass and raised her up, her light body even lighter in the buoyancy of the water. Sensing what he wanted, she tightened her arms about his neck for support and spread her lifting legs wide, then locked them about his waist as she rose. With one hand under a cheek of her ass, he held her steady while with his other hand he guided his cockhead into her slit, easily finding her eager cunt hole. When the head was well secured inside her love-lips, he put both hands back under her ass and gently rocked her up and down on his stiff tool, thrusting upward rhythmically by tensing his own thighs and ass muscles.
By tightening her smooth slim legs about his waist, Annabelle was able to take in as much of his cock as she wanted.
"Oh, honey-pie," she sighed blissfully, "this is just what the doctor ordered for this starved child."
The effect was fantastic. Just like fucking in slow motion, Dan thought, as they rocked to an easy rhythm in the water. Annabelle held so tightly with her legs that he was able to release one supporting hand from under her ass and fondle her tit.
"Marvelous!" she sighed again. Gradually, very gradually, without speeding up their slow-motion rhythm, she eased down farther on his stiff shaft.
To Dan it felt like soft but powerful lips pulling and sucking at his cock as her pulsing love-muscles drew more of it into her tight channel. Finally, clamping her thighs tight, she carefully pressed down to the very end, and he felt the lips of her pussy squeezing the base of his cock, all the way to his pubic hair.
"It's on bottom, sugah," she gasped, and relaxed slightly, holding perfectly still to get used to the feel of the swollen dong filling and stretching her slippery tunnel.
Dan tightened his asshole muscles to make his cock swell and throb inside her, and she responded by squeezing the different rings of love-muscles inside her cunt up and down his rigid shaft till it felt like an expert hand job. Only no hand ever held his cock so excitingly as this. It also rested his back, just standing still like this and not moving his hips.
Annabelle's slim body spasmed lightly.
"Honey, are you coming already?" he asked.
"A little, sugah, just a little," she replied, her voice quavering. "Don't worry, there's lots more."
But standing up to enjoy the lazy fucking finally got tiring to Dan. "Hold on tight, baby," he said, and started moving slowly through the water to the shore.
"Careful, sweetheart," she drawled, locking her legs even tighter about his waist. "If you fall, you'll drive that enormous ramrod right up through my skinny little frame."
Dan had to laugh, and laughing made his belly jump, and that made his cock jerk inside her grasping cunt, a sensation very exciting. He was still so deep in her that he could feel the head of his cock, like a round club, jammed against the very end of her channel. He wondered what she would do if his cock were an inch longer.
Carefully he made his way out of the water with Annabelle impaled on his steel-hard spike. She weighed a little heavier now that they were on the beach.
"Hold tight, now," he cautioned, and slowly he went down on the blankets, with her still clamped to him, locked by his deep-planted rod.
They lay still for a few moments, adjusting to the new position. "Honey," Annabelle said, "please pull that thing out of me a little bit. Not all the way, just a little."
He eased about halfway out and she gave a sigh of relief. "You were just about to choke me with it. Sugah, you sure are equipped like one of those stallions at the stables."
"Do you think you could manage one of them?" Dan teased.
"Oh, hush your mouth! You know I couldn't let a stallion screw me. I wouldn't even know how." She pulled his head down for a kiss, a long hot one. Soon her hips began to roll under him and her arms moved impatiently up and down his back.
Dan fucked her almost as slowly as they had done in the water, lazily pulling his cock up hard against the upper part of her cunt to rub against her clit. This sent shivers through her sensitive body, already thoroughly excited.
"Roll over, you lazy dog," she whispered. "Let me on top of you."
Still locked together, they rolled over carefully and Annabelle pulled her knees up under her and rose to sit in a kneeling position on top of Dan, his cock firmly embedded in her. The warm night air had practically dried their bodies, and now they were heated by all the love-play. As she rode up and down easily on his rigid cock, Annabelle reached behind her and under her ass to seize his balls in her warm hand. She squeezed them gently. He reached up to grip both her tits and squeeze them in rhythm to her up and down riding.
"This is called 'posting' in horsemanship," she said, riding up and down in longer strokes. "Only it never felt so good on a horse's back."
"Do you ever get your cookies riding a horse; honey-chile?" Dan asked.
She laughed. "Lots of people ask me that. I do sometimes, but just a little. Not a big earthquake orgasm like I get with you."
They had been fucking for at least half an hour, deliberately prolonging it, stopping when they felt on the border of coming, then going at it again, lazily. Her cunt was so juicy now that she rode easily all the way down on his cock, swollen and extended as it was. The smooth round thud of the head against the end of her love-tunnel seemed to excite her, and finally she began to quiver.
"Roll me over fast," she panted, lying on him and stretching out her legs. "I want you on top of me when we come."
He rolled over and rested his weight mainly on his knees and elbows, his cock still caught in her sucking cunt. He felt the extra sensitivity and the little jerks that warned him that he was about to come, too.
Her legs were no longer around him, but drawn up along his hips, her heels shoving firmly through the blankets into the sand beneath. She heaved her ass upward to meet his speeded up long thrusts, and his balls slapped lightly against the crack of her rippling ass. In a few seconds he felt the first orgasmic spasm in his balls.
"Now, honey-chile," he grunted, speeding his thrusts faster and faster into her love-slick pussy.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, her body arching tensely and jerking up against him. "Pound me, honey, pound me."
He rammed as hard as he could, knowing her slim ass was now ready for anything he could give her. His sperm lanced through his plunging cock, but he didn't slow down. Her moans increased as their bodies rocked furiously on the sand. It seemed to Dan that her ass was pulling him all the way inside her, up through her wet pussy. He slammed his raging tool into her, gasping as he kept coming in great jolts.
Then it was over and they both collapsed, their bodies glistening in the moonlight with a film of sweat. When they finally got their wind back several minutes later, they went into the water again to wash off the sweat and jism, and afterwards they went back through the darkness to the camp, arm in arm. Dan slept like a log the rest of the night.
The next evening at dinner he still got no signal from Marsha, and he saw that the line between her brows had deepened. Well, the hell with it, he thought. So after lights out, he slipped through the darkened camp to Norma's cabin and tossed a pebble on the roof.
She took a long time to come out. Clearly she was pissed off at him for neglecting her, and for a few minutes he wasn't sure if she were going to take him to the kitchen or not.
"What's the matter, baby?" he coaxed her.
"You know what's the matter," she said accusingly. "Don't think I don't see these hot-eyed little chicks looking at your body in the dining hall. I'll bet their pants are wet from just looking. And don't tell me you're not getting some of them."
"Norma baby, I believe you're a little bit jealous," he teased.
"I want my share," she said, her natural good humor returning. "Come on." She took his hand and led him to the kitchen door.
They padded on bare feet through the darkness to Mrs. Rogers' bed and in seconds they were out of their few clothes and lying across the firm bed. To placate Norma, Dan kissed her tenderly, then ran his lips all across her body, sucking at her nipples which quickly popped out like juicy grapes, then across her curving stomach and belly. He felt her delightful body quivering in anticipation, as he slid his lips down the smooth curve of her belly, flicking his tongue into the upper edge of her curly love-bush.
He bordered around the edge of her hair and down along her rounded thighs which spread apart as his tongue licked the inner sides. He went all the way down to her ankles, then back up again. By the time he got back up inside her thighs again, her hand had found his hardening cock and she was milking it slowly
His head went down between her legs and he moved his hips closer to Norma's head. Why not a good juicy sixty-nine? he thought.
Norma must have read his mind. "Come here, joystick," she crooned, pulling him by the cock over against her face. "I'm going to lick you like an all-day sucker." And her tongue flicked along the length of it like a wet flame.
They lay on their sides, his face buried between her widespread thighs and her mouth playing over his cock. Their arms were about each other's asses. The humid satiny feel of Norma's thighs against his cheeks, and the exciting woman smell of her moistening cunt stirred Dan, and he could feel his cock getting harder and more sensitive under the passionate caresses of Norma's lips and tongue. He licked through the curly crispness of her bush, reaching with his tongue for the soft outer lips of her pussy.
He had to hold tight to the large round cheeks of her ass as she squirmed hotly against him. Meanwhile she sang and murmured away, her words muffled around the head of his cock which she held lightly in her mouth while she tongued it well around the rim, then across the top.
"Mmmmmm, satin, man," she sang softly, "smooth as satin, this love-stick. I'm gonna eat it up." Her humming vibrated over the sensitive head as she plunged her mouth far down the shaft to take in as much as she could.
Dan spread the lips of her pussy far apart and licked his tongue in to find her hard little clit. Her body stiffened as his tongue tip flicked back and forth over it, and he thought she was going to bite his cock off. He pressed his face harder against her cunt and thrust his tongue up her love-channel as far as he could, licking the walls of her pussy. Juice was sliding out of the lips and trickling down inside her thighs and into the crack of her ass. Dan ran his tongue all over the slick skin, licking the juice up. He thrust his tongue down the crack of her ass, and she bounced wildly on the bed.
"Oh man! Oh man!" she gargled around his cock in her mouth, "you're getting me good." She plunged her head up and down, and his cock slid in deeper each time she went down.
He got her clit under his tongue again and this time he licked it until the mattress shook under them as she vibrated and quivered through an orgasm, but never once turning loose his cock. Instead, she went farther down on it each time, more slowly now as she tested the smooth knob head against the bottom of her throat. Her tongue glided up and down the shaft, caressing and stimulating the hot throbbing rod.
Realizing that she was trying to take in his whole cock, Dan pushed his hips forward slightly, fucking her lips in slow short thrusts. Instead of backing away, she clutched his ass firmly with her hands and pressed her head against his thrusts. He felt the seemingly solid barrier at the bottom of her throat yielding, then parting as the walls of her throat spread and the head of his cock forced its way into the unfamiliar passage. It was as if a soft but powerful band had fastened round the end of his cock and was squeezing it mercilessly.
Feeling her success, Norma came up off him and took several deep breaths. "I told you I was going to eat that big stick of salami," she gloated.
For answer, Dan went back between her thighs and licked up and down the outside of her slit, sliding the tip of his tongue inside the lips and darting it into her cunt hole in little rapid thrusts. She squealed, then started singing, but so softly he couldn't make out what the song was. Still singing, she took his throbbing cock in her mouth again, and her song buzzed around his sensitive head.
In rhythm now, she pushed her pussy slowly and steadily against his face, and he shoved his hips at her face. His cock slid deeper and deeper on the thrusts as she again gripped his ass and met his thrusts, her soft full lips working up and down on his shaft. Soon his cockhead was back against the tight constriction in her throat, and he was surging against it. More easily this time, the tight ring yielded and encircled the head, even sliding over the rim of the turgid knob.
Norma worked back and forth over the rim a few strokes, then again came up for air. Dan pulled his head up, too.
"Oh, lover-man, I'm so hot now I feel like I'm going to blow up," she said when she had her breath. "Let's go at it for real this time and come together. Okay?"
"Let's go," Dan agreed, and went down again.
Instead of lying side by side, she rolled over on top of him, his upthrust cock pointing right at her mouth, and her hot cunt poised over Dan's face. His hands slid up around her plump firm thighs and he pulled her against him. Norma lost no time, either, but wrapped her hands under and around his ass and plunged her mouth down over his cock. He pulled her ass into a little rhythm as his tongue went in and out of her steaming pussy lips, up and over her clit, and far into her love-channel. His lips and cheeks were wet with saliva and the juice flowing out of her pussy.
No longer doubting her ability to take him all the way, Norma moved her head up and down in long glides, far down over his shaft each time. His cock head touched bottom almost at once, and after a few thrusts she forced her head all the way until her lips licked at the base of his cock and his pubic hair tickled her nose. Delighted by this new experience, she swallowed him down several more times before coming up for air.
"This time, lover-man," she said. "This time for real." She no longer tried to swallow his whole cock, balls and all, but just went after his jism this time, riding her head up and down on just as much of his throbbing tool as felt comfortable in her mouth. Her tongue and lips played excitingly all over it and she sucked strongly to bring him off.
But Norma got her cookies first. Dan caught her clit in his lips and began sucking and tonguing it, and her squeals and groans, muffled and stifled by the big cock in her mouth, told him that she was coming, and coming big. That, and her twisting, heaving ass.
Dan felt his own load starting, building up a terrific pressure, and then exploding out into her hungrily sucking mouth. She kept moaning as she swallowed charge after charge of his spurting creamy jism, long after her own quivers had ceased. When he was completely drained, she gave his balls and shaft a final licking and came up off him, to sit beside him on the bed.
"Man, that was the greatest!" she exclaimed. "Let's hurry up and do it again."
"Woman, you've got to be kidding," Dan groaned.
She was, but only partly. Dan finally persuaded her that he didn't dare hang around too long. Something might happen in the cabin and he'd be exposed for being out. So after a while she let him go, after he promised to see her again very soon. Dan promised.
It was two or three days later that he waited for Marsha outside the dining hall after dinner and asked her about seeing her that night. It had been a long time, and she had still given him no indication that he should come by.
"Not now, Dan," she said, almost brusquely. "Maybe later."
Hurt, he let her go on and he wandered down toward the lake front. He had thought for a while that probably she was having her period, but as more and more time had passed, he couldn't figure what the problem was. Now he decided that she was getting all the cock she wanted, probably from Jerry Stein. To hell with her, he thought. He was getting all he wanted, too. But he had to admit that he missed Marsha very much, with her cool, sophisticated build-up, then the passionate, no-holds-barred finish.
He came up on Sonya, the solidly built swimming instructor, standing at the lake's edge and staring moodily out across the lightly rippling water.
"Hi, Sonya," he greeted her. "How's it going?"
To his dismay, she gave a surly grunt and turning, walked away from him. He stared after her in angry surprise.
What the hell is going on around here? he asked himself.
The next day the word quickly spread that Mona-Mrs. Culpeper-had packed hastily and left on a trip to Europe. Nothing more was said about her research in adolescent psychology. Dan noticed that Stein had a sour look on his rugged face.
After dinner Dan walked down to the waterfront again, not even trying to make sociable contact with any of the other counselors. Only the Coles, Joe and Maisie, seemed to be their normal amiable selves. He walked out on the boardwalk to the diving float and stood there, looking over the lake. He noticed that somebody was getting ready to take one of the light rowboats. That was against rules, this time of day. He looked more closely and saw that it was Buddy Young. He shrugged-then looked again.
A small figure was climbing into the stern of the boat and sitting down on the after thwart. Buddy took his seat amidships, fitted the oars into the rowlocks and heaved away, expertly sending the boat scudding across the water. As Dan continued to stare at the boat pulling away from the shore, he saw that the small person in the stern was Pete Mordant. He was holding his oversized camera gadget bag in his lap.
Why in the world was Buddy taking the kid out for a boat ride, Dan wondered. He watched a while longer and saw that Buddy was pointing the bow of the boat toward the small island far out in the lake. A lot of waterfowl nested there, and it was supposed to be off limits to, campers. Somehow, Dan figured, Pete had conned Buddy into rowing him out there to take pictures of the nesting bird. He shook his head and forgot about it for the time being.
The next day after lunch, however, the scene-or part of it-came back to him with a bang. The kids from his cabin were all wandering around somewhere outside, just loafing until the next activity period at two o'clock. Dan sat on the edge of his bed, looking at a magazine.
"Hello, sir,"
He looked up into the face of Pete Mordant, The bug-eyed youngster seemed to be impaling him against the wall with his huge eyes of nondescript color. His pale face was a blank.
"Hi, Pete. What's up?"
Dan found the kid a trifle repulsive, but he forced what he hoped was a friendly grip.
"I want you to drive me into the village to see a movie."
"You what?" Dan stared at him. "Are you off your rocker? I can't take you in to town, even if I wanted to. Which I don't."
Pete's expression registered absolutely nothing, and his disconcerting eyes never wavered, His voice, too, was blank of emotion as he said, "I think you'd better, sir." From behind his back he brought forth an eight-by-ten photograph and held it up for Dan to see. It was in very human color. Dan's eyes bugged out almost as far as Pete's as he stared at the picture of red-haired Carol, naked, astride him on a blanket, and a look of unutterable bliss on her small freckled face as she rode up and down on his stiff cock, a considerable section of which was visible in the photo.
He tensed to grab the picture out of the kid's hands, but the uncanny youngster read his mind. "I've got other copies and the negative," he said calmly. "Maybe Mr. Culpeper would like to see this, and maybe Carol's parents, Maybe even your own parents. I have the Connecticut address."
"You little devil!" Dan gritted through clenched teeth. "I ought to break every bone in your body."
"I have the negatives-well hidden," the bug-eyed kid repeated stolidly. "Shall we go into the village now?"
Dan knew he was trapped. "I've got to check in with Mr. Stein first," he grunted, masking his feelings as best he could. This was going to be a rough problem, he saw, and it would be best if he played poker with a poker face.
"I'll wait here," Pete said calmly.
Dan started to go out the door, then he turned back. "Maybe I'd better take that along, so Stein can see what's up."
To his surprise, the boy handed him the picture. Dan shoved it under his T-shirt and into the waistband of his shorts. Then he hurried over to the main office. He had known Stein for three years now, and he knew the coach liked him personally. So it would be best to just lay out the problem before him. Maybe Stein would know how to handle the little devil. He walked into the office.
The director sat behind his desk, his crewcut graying head in his hands. He looked up as Dan approached, and Dan was astonished at the look of despondency on the older man's face.
"I've got a hell of a problem, coach," Dan said.
Stein showed no surprise, but waited.
"A kid in my cabin, Pete Mordant, wants me to take him in to the village to a movie. Says if I don't, he'll show this in the right places." And Dan pulled out the photo and tossed it on the desk in front of Stein.
To his astonishment, the director showed no surprise. Instead a cynical grin lifted a comer of his mouth. "You too, eh?," he said. "Join the club." He opened a drawer of the desk and pulled out a similar size photo and tossed it in front of Dan.
Dan stared. The picture was a color shot, just like his, and equally clear and detailed. It was an action shot of Mona Culpeper, her lushly curved body completely naked and bent over the desk in the office, while Stein, also naked, screwed her dog-fashion.
He looked back at the grim face of his coach, and he began to understand why everybody was so irritable and impolite lately. And why Mrs. Culpeper had suddenly taken a trip to Europe.
'The kid's damn good, isn't he?" Stein said wryly.
"The little bastard!" Dan exclaimed.
"He's a little genius," said Stein, "just like Maisie Cole said. And except for the Coles who apparently only screw each other, he's got us all by the balls-or the cunts, as the case may be. We're all waiting for the other shoe to drop. So far, he's not worked on all of us. Last night he got Buddy Young, today he gets you."
So that's what's wrong with Marsha, Dan reflected. And that's why Sonya growled at me. He's got pictures of them, too.
"So what do I do, coach?" he asked.
Stein shrugged his burly shoulders. "Do what he says. Meanwhile, we'll have to cook up some way to get those negatives away from him, short of murdering him. And until we do, keep your pants zipped up."
"Okay." Dan started to leave.
"Oh, Dan," Stein said, "tonight, at midnight, come up here for a conference. Come on in through that door, and into my bedroom inside there," he pointed to the door behind him. "We won't turn on lights until we're all here, and then it'll just be a candle. Be careful, son."
Dan went back to his cabin. He was tempted to tear up the photo, but figured, what was the use. Pete had the negative, and maybe even more copies. The youngster watched him as he tucked the photo inside his wall locker and locked the door carefully.
"Come on," he said. "We're going to the village."
He drove fast, all the way in, saying not a word to the little devil beside him. But that didn't seem to bother the kid at all. He parked near the movie and bought a ticket for Pete, but he refused to go in with him, nor did Pete insist.
"I'll be at the tavern down the street when you come out," he said.
Pete only looked at him, then took his ticket and marched into the movie. Dan noticed that some horror film was showing. So monsters enjoyed looking at other monsters. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back down the street.
At the tavern he ordered a mug of beer, and the same good-looking waitress in her sexy short skirt served him. She gave him a big flashing smile. "Where's your girl friend?" she asked coyly.
Any other time Dan would have followed up on her little opener for a flirtation, but after the recent thunderbolt he didn't feel like it. In fact, he didn't feel that he would ever get his cock up for a fuck again as long as he lived. However, he forced a smile for the girl.
"She's out at the camp," he said.
He was tempted to get drunk, but he knew that would be stupid. He had to play it cool if he was going to outwit the kid. And he had to be cold sober for the midnight council tonight. A million questions ran through his mind as he drank his beer. Most of them boiled down to one: how the hell had the kid managed to be on the spot with his camera? He could only guess at the sort of pictures he had of the others.
He nursed his beer so long the waitress came back for another try. There were only a couple of other customers in the tavern, and she wasn't busy. She casually leaned a shapely thigh against the table, giving him plenty of opportunity to see a lot of it. Her miniskirt was very short, and every bend of her body was a provocation. But Dan still wasn't buying. He ordered another beer and she went away, puzzled that he didn't ask her to sit down.
In a little more than two hours Pete appeared in the door of the tavern. Dan saw him and got up to pay his bill. The waitress looked at the youngster waiting for him, then at Dan's glum face, and she guessed that he was stuck with a bad assignment. She gave Dan extra-encouraging smile and said softly, "You'll have to come back again when you're not tied up."
Dan was still human enough to react, at least partly. He gave her a genuine smile this time. "I'11 do that," he promised.
The drive back to camp was as silent as the one in. He parked in the parking lot and Pete jumped out and trotted over toward the arts and crafts building. Dan went down to the infirmary. Marsha sat at her typewriter, filling out health charts on the campers. Uninvited, Dan sat down in the chair near the desk, facing her. Her first impulsive reaction was the familiar warm smile, but it quickly froze into the professional look she wore most of the time now. She read in his eyes, though, that he was also in the net, and her cool gaze quickly dissolved into a look of sympathy.
"You too?" she said.
He nodded.
She shook her head and sighed. "Just imagine, such a marvelous set-up, and then this has to happen. He's the devil in the Garden of Eden." She shook her head again. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"That might help," he said gratefully. "Maybe we can come up with something at the meeting tonight."
She pressed a warning finger to her lips and looked carefully around. "Don't even talk about it," she cautioned. "He's uncanny."
Dan drank his coffee and left, nervous over the threat looming over them all, but somewhat relieved to know the reason for the breakdown in morale among the other counselors.