Nudist Camp For Beginners
Chapter 7. Pearly Bright n Early
The group session with Counselor Judith has already turned over more stones and revealed more secrets than anyone could imagine, and only three Beginners have read what is written on their slips of paper. Gatlin looks at the words written on his piece of paper, and he wonders if anyone will notice if he wrote something else down, or somehow lost the piece of paper. Maybe he could slip it into his mouth and eat it while nobody is
looking. Maybe this session will end before the counselor calls his name.
"Pearly Shell, please tell the group what you wrote down. What scares you about going to a nudist camp?"
The room quiets down as everyone turns to look at the cute, very young looking thirteen year old (looking very much like the character of Judith in the final season of "The Walking Dead". Pearly would look like a smaller carbon copy of her sister, Misty Dawn, if her hair was straighter. Holding
up the sheet of paper, the youngest girl at the camp gives her reply.
"The other girls are gonna play tricks on me. Boys don't help. They just stare and laugh."
"Sounds like something happened to you. What kind of tricks did these girls do?" Counselor Judith asks, sounding surprisingly unsympathetic to
whatever plight the young girl had experienced.
Pearly can barely look up from the floor as she tells a story about a different kind of camp.
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The previous summer, when Pearly Shell was twelve years old, she was the smallest and youngest looking girl at the camp. Pearly and her
sister, Misty, spent the week at a "Getaway Camp", meaning a low-priced camp to be shipped off to for a week so the parents can get away on a business-vacation to New Orleans, where their father can talk about product placement advertising by day while sampling the Jazz clubs and strip shows by night. Not being a "Family Friendly" trip to New Orleans, the two daughters were sent off to a summer camp for Arts and Crafts (which mostly was girls but had three boys in the group), even though neither Pearly nor Misty had shown any talent in or a predisposition for drawing or painting. Pearly had to spend each day immersed in basket weaving, or pottery n ceramics, or advanced water coloring. Pearly tried to enjoy
herself though she was totally inept when it came to doing artsy fartsy stuff.
Pearly did have one moment of inspiration. It was in clay modeling that Pearly made something that got the attention of the other girls. With a block of gray clay each girl was to fashion something, to turn a block into a car, or a house, or a cat. Pearly decided to make the figure of a boy.
She worked real hard on it, and it sort of resembled a human in form. Her inspired stroke of genius was in making use of a toothpick. She stuck
the toothpick at the junction of the figure's torso and legs. Sticking the toothpick one third of the way into the figure, the remaining portion of
the pick she encased in clay. The resulting figure somewhat resembled a human, and was most definitely a boy due to the huge penis like protuberance. If the length was accurate to scale with the body figure, the penis would be over a foot long.
"Where have you seen naked boys who look like that?" the clay modeling instructor asked Pearl. "Do you like to look at naked people?"
A boy named Billy, who was two years older than Pearly, stood up and he claimed to have been the model for Pearly to know what a real naked
boy looks like. The other kids in the room all laughed. Soon it was rumored all over the camp that Pearly likes to look at naked boys and worse...
that she strips naked to run around at night when everyone is asleep. How rumors like that get started nobody ever admits to, but once started
they are as difficult to put out as a wildfire on a Texas prairie. Fanning the flames was the ridiculous lie by Billy that Pearly gave him a handjob
and that is where she got the measurements.
To make matters worse, for the first time in her life Pearly has to use a group shower with no individual stalls, curtains, or dividers. The shower room for the girls is the same as for the boys, a rectangular room with four shower heads on two opposite walls with barely any space in the
middle. Pearly is keenly aware that she is the shortest and flattest girl in the camp. When her sister isn't there to watch over her, the other girls
started to flaunt their budding sexuality in front of Pearly.
"You like my breasts? Do you want to sculpt them?" one girl teases as she openly rubs her chest.
"Will you do a drawing of my pussy?" another girl says as the water from the shower flows like a waterfall off of her bushy mound to stream down
to the shower floor.
None of the other girls was older than fourteen, but the vast difference in physical development was striking. Pearly's hairless slit and flat
chest makes her look like a child. When Misty Dawn is in the shower at the same time as Pearly, the teasing dies down to whispers and giggles.
Misty may not be well along in her development of secondary sexual characteristics, but she is taller than most of the other girls, and something
about her makes the others back off.
One day the girls in Cabin E, which has six beds, devised a plan for a competition. Each girl has to design and paint a ceramic bowl, then the
six bowls will be judged by one of the instructors. Each girl pays into a pot one dollar. The winner will get the six dollars. There will also be a
punishment for the loser, the one whose ceramic bowl is deemed the ugliest by the judge. The loser's penalty will be announced when the group
comes up with a punishment, after the competition has concluded.
Not surprisingly, it's Pearly's bowl that comes out as the worst of the lot. That evening the girls discuss what the penalty should be, making
suggestions and doing votes. The winning suggestion is inspired by the rumors that were circulating throughout the camp for several days.
Pearly will have to go to bed without her pajamas, or shorts or a t-shirt. Pearly is told she must go to bed naked. In addition to the nude sleeping,
the mattress cover and lower sheet are removed from Pearly's bunk, and all she will sleep with is the top sheet, and not even a pillow can be
on the bed.
Fortunately, the nighttime temperatures don't drop much during a Texas summer. A single sheet is plenty for sleeping in the stuffy cabin, though
the lack of the pillow makes it slightly less comfortable. The girls snicker as Pearly strips off her clothes, and she gets into bed. After lights out
Pearly falls fast asleep, the sheet draped over her body.
Feeling the sheet yanked from the bed, Pearly wakes up to see the level of light is brighter than expected. The sound of laughter surrounds
her, and Pearly raises herself up. Staring at her, from all sides of the bed are all the girls from Cabin E. Her sister is nowhere to be seen, having been assigned to Cabin D at the beginning of camp. The five girls of Cabin E are laughing at her, and along with those girls are the three boys who
are in camp that week.
The bed is surrounded, and the first thing Pearly does is try to cover herself.
"I told you she was a nudist," one girls yells out.
"You see...She doesn't have any hair yet," another adds.
The three boys are grinning and hitting each other on the shoulders, bending over as they laugh, slapping their thighs, pointing toward the
naughty nudist. Pearly cringes on the bed. Lying there is horrible, but to get up will expose her to everyone circling the bed. Right before sunrise
a group of them, maybe with the help of the boys, carried the bed out past the door of the cabin to be placed outside.
"Those stories were true. That girl does like to get naked," one of the boys yells.
"She can come to my next birthday party. Pearly, you can come in your birthday suit...it suits me just fine," Billy says, as he rubs the crotch of
his pajama bottoms.
Pearly finally gathered the needed courage and energy to get off the bed. She breaks through the circle of tormentors to run sobbing into the
cabin. Soon the entire camp hears about the bed relocation and the streaking girl. For the final two days of the Arts and Crafts camp, Pearly is called "Girlie Pearly" and "Pubes free Pearly".
Needless to say, a year later Pearly Shell was not thrilled when her dad announces she and her sister are going to spend a week at Hippy Hollow, a
camp for nudists. It was all her dad's idea, having the notion to go to the Bahamas, the entire family getting signed up for the naturist cruise, and the barely teenage sisters have to become acclimated to clothes free vacationing.
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Chapter 8. Raymond at the Treehouse: Part A
There was some light applause as well as some giggling when Pearly finished her story about Art Camp.
"Do you still go to bed with nothing on?" Morris asks, as if waking up to find oneself naked and surrounded by a horde of camper kids is a laughing
matter.
Counselor Judith has to take control of the session. "Now pipe down and have some respect. Pearly went through a traumatic experience last
summer, and she'll need our help to overcome the anxiety of showing herself naked to the other campers here. We're all in this together."
When the group gets quiet another name is called out. "Raymond...you're a quiet one. And you've spent more time looking down at the floor
than at your co-campers as they tell their stories. I'd be willing to bet you have a story to tell us. Remember, you are among friends. Other
people here are just as scared as you are. First read what you wrote on your paper."
Raymond lifts his sheet and says, "Trust no one."
__________ (Author's note: The following section is taken directly from Chapters 1-2 of "Treehouse Tricksters") ___________
A quarter mile past the outskirts of town lay a stretch of woods the local kids call Deadwood Forest. A well concealed trail leads from the long
abandoned outdoor movie theater into the interior of Deadwood, which is dark and gloomy under the interlocking branches of oak trees. The old
growth trees are huge, with massive trunks that are sometimes covered with ivy, the branches overhead thick with gray ball moss which can form
large clusters, making the trees look sickly and deformed.
A small creek flows through the middle of Deadwood Forest. Years ago the local Boy Scout troop used their outdoor skills to dam up the creek,
and they dredged out a four foot deep watering hole that is twenty feet across. For many years the teenagers, and even groups of kids younger
than that cooled themselves in the summertime with a quick dip in the water. Almost all the adults in town claim to have skinny dipped down in
Deadwood back in the nineties.
But after a series of abductions in the area, the parents warned the kids not to hang out in the woods. Combined with the opening of a newer and
better city pool, with water slides and a high dive, the number of kids taking the trek to the Deadwood Forrest swimmin hole dwindled down to
nearly nothing.
Many years after the height of activity at the swimmin hole, thirteen year old Raymond Ryan, an underweight, underachieving, unpopular upperclassman of Mark Twain Middle School, strolls along the pathway through Deadwood Forest. Raymond doesn't mind walking by himself
through the forest. He likes the outdoors. He likes being alone, and it sure beats being bullied by the other kids, being made fun of for his too
skinny body and pale white skin that won't tan since he is a redhead of Irish descent. Raymond likes the seclusion the closeness of the trees
provides, and the prospect of cooling his heels in the waters of Blanco Brook, the actual name of the creek, is enticing.
Raymond planned to swim in his briefs underwear, but if he threw caution to the wind and felt bold, he might strip down to nothing for his dip
into the pool of water formed by the rock dam. There was no need to be super brave to skinny dip in the Deadwood Forest creek, almost nobody
comes along anymore. If he ran into anybody it would most likely be a conservationist from the University up the highway in Austin Texas, only
twenty miles to the east. Some efforts were being made to designate the Deadwood Forest a protected habitat.
At the edge of the swimmin hole Raymond kicks off his shoes and socks. It's nearly noon and already the temperature is sweltering, even when
under the shade of the giant oaks. In Texas it's hot hot hot even during the month of May. Tossing his shirt, then his shorts to the ground, Raymond
stands next to the pool as he contemplates stripping fully. Having sat along the banks of the creek many times, having splashed around in the pool
about a dozen times, Raymond has never actually skinny dipped. He was afraid somebody might come by and spot him, mostly being fearful of the
half dozen High School boys who are too young to have a driver's license, too young to have a job, so they torment junior high kids whenever they
see the chance. In this town there is a risk to anything done by a kid of Raymond's age. Unfortunately, Raymond is not good at making friends and
forming his own gang for protection.
As Raymond is making up his mind about skinny-dipping, his decision process leaning closer to YES than NO, he spots what looks like the top of a person's head, just on the other side of the makeshift rock dam. The hair on the head looks blond and straight. Before he can make a move to
reach down to grab his clothes the face of a young girl pops up. The girl has ponytails on each side of her face, and her face looks concerned,
not the gleeful, happy expression one would expect to see when a girl catches a boy in his underwear. The blond must have been crouching down
on the other side of the wall, partly in the water which is shallow on that side of the rocks. Raymond covers his crotch, but he immediately
forgets about his own level of coverage when the girl stands up. She has her arms crossed over her chest and it appears she has no shirt on, the
shoulder, arms and the sides of her torso appearing to be uncovered.
"Please, can you help me?" the girl pleads. "I'm all by myself here, and uh...I lost my shirt."
Despite being stripped down to only his white cotton briefs, which look embarrassingly large on him and fit loosely in all the wrong places
(too loose at the leg seams and a fly slit that sometimes lets something slip out), being a non-nationally advertised brand purchased at Dollar
General, Raymond stepped around the rock dam to approach the girl who lost her shirt. Coming around the dam of rocks and seeing the girl
fully for the first time, she only had on cute pink cotton panties which are on the small side, showing most of her hips and lower torso. In addition to the upper thighs being visible, the pink panties are wet, clinging tightly to the girl like a skin that has the appearance of having a sunburn.
The indentation of the girly slit is visible, a vertical groove that is only a couple inches long. The girl can't cover up her lower part, to do so would
risk exposing her tits. Raymond can't tell how big those are, being covered by her hands and forearms. Judging from the petite size of the mostly
naked girl's shoulders and her slender hips, the boobs aren't likely to have much in the way of size.
"How did you lose your shirt?" Raymond asks the girl whose face is blushing almost as pink as her wet panties, and not surprisingly his own cheeks
feel warm and tingly as he probably turned slightly crimson himself. Raymond was always shy about being seen without a full complement of
clothing to hide his physical deficiencies, mainly being smaller than most boys his age along with a lack of muscle definition. The girl standing
knee deep in water is probably younger, though she is actually taller than Raymond. The girls in Junior High are often taller than the boys. It's
during the first year of High School when the males typically have a growth spurt that pushes them ahead of the girls in size and strength, which
is something Raymond looks forward to. His dad is almost six feet tall, so Raymond's time to grow up should be coming any day now.
The girl nervously laughs as she points toward a tree branch that overhangs the water.
"I wanted to search the creek for crawdads, but I didn't want to get my shirt wet. It was hung on that branch. I looked for a while, but I didn't
find any crawdads. Then I didn't find my shirt either. Must have fallen into the creek and floated downstream."
"Did you look for it?"
"Of course I did. Waded downstream, then back up again and then you came along."
"Lost your shorts too?" Raymond asks, as he gets closer to within arm's reach of the girl, who has little goosebumps all over her arms.
"My shirt is long and covered everything. I left the shorts at the...uh, I left them back deeper in the woods."
The girl takes a step and she stumbles, tripping over a rock or something. One of the girl's arms swings out to balance herself, and for the briefest
moment a small mound with a raised up brown nipple is uncovered. The girl righted herself with the help of Raymond's hand. Even though he
would love to see a glimpse of her chest again, Raymond must do the chivalrous thing and offer comfort and assistance.
"I'll give you my shirt...if you want it."
The girl graciously accepted the offer, and when she pulled the tight-fitting shirt over her head Raymond got a second look at her nascent breasts.
The girl laughed nervously again, knowing she had shown her benefactor a quick peep show. Still blushing and looking shy the girl coyly smiled
and she reaches out her hand.
"Thanks for your help. I'm Stephanie."
Raymond tells the girl his name, then they exchange some basic information. Steph, as the girl prefers to be called, the way lots of Stephens
and Stefans like to be called, says she is twelve years old, and though they go to the same middle school, Raymond can't recall having her in any
of his classes. Steph shivers, and Raymond remembers how scantily dressed each of them are, all while standing knee deep in cool water.
"You walked from town with just a shirt covering you?" Raymond asks, noticing how his shirt only comes down to the top of the panty waistline.
Steph looks around, then she says, "I'll tell you a secret. I left my shorts at the treehouse. It's not that far from here."
Raymond's eyes get wide and his curiosity spikes. "I heard rumors there was an old treehouse somewhere out here. I've never gone much farther
than this swimming hole. I never went too deep into the Deadwood."
"How about this for an idea?" the girl says, as she looks down at how exposed half of her still is. "Let me borrow your shorts...and I'll show you
where the treehouse is."
Chapter 8. Raymond at the Treehouse: Part A
There was some light applause as well as some giggling when Pearly finished her story about Art Camp.
"Do you still go to bed with nothing on?" Morris asks, as if waking up to find oneself naked and surrounded by a horde of camper kids is a laughing
matter.
Counselor Judith has to take control of the session. "Now pipe down and have some respect. Pearly went through a traumatic experience last
summer, and she'll need our help to overcome the anxiety of showing herself naked to the other campers here. We're all in this together."
When the group gets quiet another name is called out. "Raymond...you're a quiet one. And you've spent more time looking down at the floor
than at your co-campers as they tell their stories. I'd be willing to bet you have a story to tell us. Remember, you are among friends. Other
people here are just as scared as you are. First read what you wrote on your paper."
Raymond lifts his sheet and says, "Trust no one."
__________ (Author's note: The following section is taken directly from Chapters 1-2 of "Treehouse Tricksters") ___________
A quarter mile past the outskirts of town lay a stretch of woods the local kids call Deadwood Forest. A well concealed trail leads from the long
abandoned outdoor movie theater into the interior of Deadwood, which is dark and gloomy under the interlocking branches of oak trees. The old
growth trees are huge, with massive trunks that are sometimes covered with ivy, the branches overhead thick with gray ball moss which can form
large clusters, making the trees look sickly and deformed.
A small creek flows through the middle of Deadwood Forest. Years ago the local Boy Scout troop used their outdoor skills to dam up the creek,
and they dredged out a four foot deep watering hole that is twenty feet across. For many years the teenagers, and even groups of kids younger
than that cooled themselves in the summertime with a quick dip in the water. Almost all the adults in town claim to have skinny dipped down in
Deadwood back in the nineties.
But after a series of abductions in the area, the parents warned the kids not to hang out in the woods. Combined with the opening of a newer and
better city pool, with water slides and a high dive, the number of kids taking the trek to the Deadwood Forrest swimmin hole dwindled down to
nearly nothing.
Many years after the height of activity at the swimmin hole, thirteen year old Raymond Ryan, an underweight, underachieving, unpopular upperclassman of Mark Twain Middle School, strolls along the pathway through Deadwood Forest. Raymond doesn't mind walking by himself
through the forest. He likes the outdoors. He likes being alone, and it sure beats being bullied by the other kids, being made fun of for his too
skinny body and pale white skin that won't tan since he is a redhead of Irish descent. Raymond likes the seclusion the closeness of the trees
provides, and the prospect of cooling his heels in the waters of Blanco Brook, the actual name of the creek, is enticing.
Raymond planned to swim in his briefs underwear, but if he threw caution to the wind and felt bold, he might strip down to nothing for his dip
into the pool of water formed by the rock dam. There was no need to be super brave to skinny dip in the Deadwood Forest creek, almost nobody
comes along anymore. If he ran into anybody it would most likely be a conservationist from the University up the highway in Austin Texas, only
twenty miles to the east. Some efforts were being made to designate the Deadwood Forest a protected habitat.
At the edge of the swimmin hole Raymond kicks off his shoes and socks. It's nearly noon and already the temperature is sweltering, even when
under the shade of the giant oaks. In Texas it's hot hot hot even during the month of May. Tossing his shirt, then his shorts to the ground, Raymond
stands next to the pool as he contemplates stripping fully. Having sat along the banks of the creek many times, having splashed around in the pool
about a dozen times, Raymond has never actually skinny dipped. He was afraid somebody might come by and spot him, mostly being fearful of the
half dozen High School boys who are too young to have a driver's license, too young to have a job, so they torment junior high kids whenever they
see the chance. In this town there is a risk to anything done by a kid of Raymond's age. Unfortunately, Raymond is not good at making friends and
forming his own gang for protection.
As Raymond is making up his mind about skinny-dipping, his decision process leaning closer to YES than NO, he spots what looks like the top of a person's head, just on the other side of the makeshift rock dam. The hair on the head looks blond and straight. Before he can make a move to
reach down to grab his clothes the face of a young girl pops up. The girl has ponytails on each side of her face, and her face looks concerned,
not the gleeful, happy expression one would expect to see when a girl catches a boy in his underwear. The blond must have been crouching down
on the other side of the wall, partly in the water which is shallow on that side of the rocks. Raymond covers his crotch, but he immediately
forgets about his own level of coverage when the girl stands up. She has her arms crossed over her chest and it appears she has no shirt on, the
shoulder, arms and the sides of her torso appearing to be uncovered.
"Please, can you help me?" the girl pleads. "I'm all by myself here, and uh...I lost my shirt."
Despite being stripped down to only his white cotton briefs, which look embarrassingly large on him and fit loosely in all the wrong places
(too loose at the leg seams and a fly slit that sometimes lets something slip out), being a non-nationally advertised brand purchased at Dollar
General, Raymond stepped around the rock dam to approach the girl who lost her shirt. Coming around the dam of rocks and seeing the girl
fully for the first time, she only had on cute pink cotton panties which are on the small side, showing most of her hips and lower torso. In addition to the upper thighs being visible, the pink panties are wet, clinging tightly to the girl like a skin that has the appearance of having a sunburn.
The indentation of the girly slit is visible, a vertical groove that is only a couple inches long. The girl can't cover up her lower part, to do so would
risk exposing her tits. Raymond can't tell how big those are, being covered by her hands and forearms. Judging from the petite size of the mostly
naked girl's shoulders and her slender hips, the boobs aren't likely to have much in the way of size.
"How did you lose your shirt?" Raymond asks the girl whose face is blushing almost as pink as her wet panties, and not surprisingly his own cheeks
feel warm and tingly as he probably turned slightly crimson himself. Raymond was always shy about being seen without a full complement of
clothing to hide his physical deficiencies, mainly being smaller than most boys his age along with a lack of muscle definition. The girl standing
knee deep in water is probably younger, though she is actually taller than Raymond. The girls in Junior High are often taller than the boys. It's
during the first year of High School when the males typically have a growth spurt that pushes them ahead of the girls in size and strength, which
is something Raymond looks forward to. His dad is almost six feet tall, so Raymond's time to grow up should be coming any day now.
The girl nervously laughs as she points toward a tree branch that overhangs the water.
"I wanted to search the creek for crawdads, but I didn't want to get my shirt wet. It was hung on that branch. I looked for a while, but I didn't
find any crawdads. Then I didn't find my shirt either. Must have fallen into the creek and floated downstream."
"Did you look for it?"
"Of course I did. Waded downstream, then back up again and then you came along."
"Lost your shorts too?" Raymond asks, as he gets closer to within arm's reach of the girl, who has little goosebumps all over her arms.
"My shirt is long and covered everything. I left the shorts at the...uh, I left them back deeper in the woods."
The girl takes a step and she stumbles, tripping over a rock or something. One of the girl's arms swings out to balance herself, and for the briefest
moment a small mound with a raised up brown nipple is uncovered. The girl righted herself with the help of Raymond's hand. Even though he
would love to see a glimpse of her chest again, Raymond must do the chivalrous thing and offer comfort and assistance.
"I'll give you my shirt...if you want it."
The girl graciously accepted the offer, and when she pulled the tight-fitting shirt over her head Raymond got a second look at her nascent breasts.
The girl laughed nervously again, knowing she had shown her benefactor a quick peep show. Still blushing and looking shy the girl coyly smiled
and she reaches out her hand.
"Thanks for your help. I'm Stephanie."
Raymond tells the girl his name, then they exchange some basic information. Steph, as the girl prefers to be called, the way lots of Stephens
and Stefans like to be called, says she is twelve years old, and though they go to the same middle school, Raymond can't recall having her in any
of his classes. Steph shivers, and Raymond remembers how scantily dressed each of them are, all while standing knee deep in cool water.
"You walked from town with just a shirt covering you?" Raymond asks, noticing how his shirt only comes down to the top of the panty waistline.
Steph looks around, then she says, "I'll tell you a secret. I left my shorts at the treehouse. It's not that far from here."
Raymond's eyes get wide and his curiosity spikes. "I heard rumors there was an old treehouse somewhere out here. I've never gone much farther
than this swimming hole. I never went too deep into the Deadwood."
"How about this for an idea?" the girl says, as she looks down at how exposed half of her still is. "Let me borrow your shorts...and I'll show you
where the treehouse is."
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Chapter 9. Raymond at the Treehouse. Part B.
"You shouldn't go into the Deadwood by yourself."
That's the warning his mother gave him on more than one occasion. Raymond recalls hearing the advice, which he chose to ignore, as he follows
Stephanie along a path through the forest, a path that appears to have been heavily traveled once upon a time. The pathway deeper into the
woods now has tall weeds sprouting up along the sides and the branches of bushes reaches out into the walkway. Having almost no clothes on,
just in his not so tight whities, Raymond must remain aware of the bushes and the branches so they don't rub against his skin and leave scratches.
"How much farther is it?' Raymond asks, and the girl leading him turns her face his way only to smile and she replies "Oh, we're almost there."
Three times Raymond asked the question of how much farther to this fabled treehouse. The girl, who was wearing his shirt and shorts, seems so
much more comfortable and at ease as the two travel along the overgrown trail. Raymond has to follow her. He can't get his clothes back until
she reaches the treehouse, which is where she said she left her shorts. Several times there is a fork in the path, several times a trail crosses the
one being traveled. With how the tree branches overhang so thick it almost appears like night is falling. If Raymond was by himself he would have
turned around and gone back. "I'd turn back if I were you", the funny wooden sign in "The Wizard of Oz" comes to his mind. In the middle of the
deep dark forest Dorothy and her friends come across that warning as they traveled toward the witch's castle.
Finally, the trail ends in a clearing, and in the middle of the clearing Raymond sees the biggest oak tree he ever laid eyes on. The trunk must be
four feet wide near the base, with huge branches. Tucked in the middle of the tree there is indeed a treehouse. The wooden house is around
twenty feet off of the ground, the main part of it sitting on two of the main lower branches of the giant oak. The paintjob of the house is peeling
off, but other than that it appears to be in good shape. With the tree being the only one in the clearing, the tree and the house are bathed in
sunlight.
"My shorts are up in the treehouse," Stephanie says, as she points upward. "You want to come up and see inside?"
Of course Raymond wants to check out the treehouse. Houses built up in trees are among the coolest things ever. Raymond can't say this, but
he wants to go on up with Stephanie so he can watch her change out of his clothes and back into her own shorts. The shirt the girl had on was
lost in the creek. She didn't say anything about having a spare shirt lying around in the treehouse. If she doesn't have an extra shirt will Raymond
permanently let her keep his...or will he insist on having it back and leaving her topless? Raymond knows the correct answer to that is to let
Stephanie keep the shirt, but he so much wanted to get a good long look at her chest again with those lovely little tits and her nipples the width
of a nickel coin.
Wooden planks nailed into the trunk lead up to the door of the treehouse, which is an actual door, not just a door frame, the door closed at the
moment. The right side of the house has a window with no sign of a glass pane. It looks like a great place to hang out. If only he can remember
all the twists and turns of the various trails. Exactly how he and Stephanie got here is a bit fuzzy.
"I'll go first," Stephanie says, and up and away she went. Without any fear of heights, the slender and spry girl climbs up the wooden railings.
Watching her go up, Raymond can see the nails hold the wooden tree steps firm and secure. Stephanie pauses up near the top to look down.
"Come on, hurry up," she says, and then she turns a doorknob and swings the door open.
Raymond doesn't like climbing things. He doesn't exactly have a "Fear of Heights", but he rarely climbed trees and never went very high. If he
doesn't go on up Steph might get her feelings hurt and then she might not toss down his clothes. Trying to find his way back while still in just his
underwear is more scary than making the climb. Raymond reaches up to grab hold of a wooden railing.
He only made the mistake of looking down one time, and one of his legs actually shook. Raymond laughed to himself, realizing that the saying
about a person's "Knees Knocking" is actually true and can happen. Keeping his face upward, the climb is finished and Raymond is rewarded with
a view of a treehouse that is basically an empty space. The house has nothing in it but a small wooden chest. There are no furnishing, no chairs,
no table for games. Spray painted designs and naughty sayings are all over the walls and floor. Raymond checks out some unusual and amusing messages. There are three windows in the house and there is plenty of light streaming in to make reading easy enough.
Sucking Tits n Ass is better than smoking grass
Being born with a Big Dick is better than any present from Saint Nick
Standing at the back of the house, and looking toward the door, the letters BSA are written large in red paint. Apparently
the Boy Scouts must have built this treehouse around the same time they made the rock dam that created the swimming hole of Blanco Brook.
Raymond realizes that he's been inside the treehouse for several minutes, and Stephanie hasn't mentioned anything about returning the shorts.
Raymond looks around to see Stephanie sitting down on the small wooden chest. Why is she just sitting there he wonders.
"Aren't your clothes in that wooden box? I should get my shorts back," Raymond says, and he feels sort of a chill in the air when all Stephanie does
is sit there silently. He can feel goosebumps form on his skin. The hair on the back of the neck feels tingly and rises up. Something isn't right
about this.
Voices can be heard, the sound of at least two people talking. Are those girl voices?
Raymond moves toward the door, which is still open. Getting as close to the edge as he dares, Raymond looks down to see two girls, two big
teenage girls, walking toward the ladder. Raymond backs away from the doorway, not wanting the girls to look up to see a boy standing there in
his white undies.
"No way...oh shit...there are two girls coming," and he looks down again to see the first girl is now climbing the wooden railings.
"Those are my friends, here just in time," Stephanie say, and then she laughs a mischievous and wicked laugh.
Raymond backs away from the door. He scans the interior of the treehouse again, looking for anything he can cover himself with.
But not even the windows have drapes, and no rug on the floor, so there is nothing Raymond can use to cover up with.
"Tell them to go away," Raymond pleads to Stephanie. "There isn't much time."
"I'll do no such thing. They were waiting for you to show up."
Raymond looks at Stephanie, and he would swear her smile was like that of a devil. Pressing his back up against the wall, the only wall that
doesn't have a window, Stephanie is just to his left, still sitting down on a wooden box that looks like a chest from a pirate movie, only smaller.
"What do you mean, they were waiting for me? How could they know I was here?" Raymond directs the questions to Stephanie, but she says
nothing. There is nothing to hide behind in the bare room. All Raymond can do is cover his crotch with both hands.
The first big girl to finish the climb up the tree ladder and enter the treehouse looks like an escapee from a survivalist training camp. Her long
brown hair is in need of combing. She has on a brown t-shirt that fits tightly on a torso with a small waist but not so small breasts. The pants are
camouflage, and she has a knife tucked into a sheath on her belt. Raymond can easily imagine her as a more grown-up version of Judith from the
Walking Dead, ready and adept at slaying zombies.
The second girl to climb up looks like she arrived from a music concert. Her black hair is curly, and black seems to be the theme of her makeup
choices, very heavy touch with black eyeliner and lipstick. From both ears dangles a turquoise stone. The light blue of the earrings matches the
blue jean jacket and blue jeans. The jacket has a decoration of beads and flower pins. It's a strange combination, like a child of the hippy days
circa 1970 was crossed with a goth girl of the late 80s.
The survivalist teen girl makes introductions. "Hello stranger, welcome to the treehouse. I'm Margot, I'm fifteen years old, a sophomore at
Madison High School. And this here is my associate in crime, Rosie. She is a year younger than me...and of course I don't have to introduce you
to Steph. You already know her. She's very capable for a twelve year old. And just for the record, tell us your name and age."
Raymond notices that Steph just stood up and turned around. She opened the wooden chest, pulled out a notepad and a pen. Then closing the
chest she sits down on it again. It's a most surreal experience, to be standing nearly naked in a strange place while being interrogated by two
teenage girls. After telling them his name is Raymond, that he is thirteen years old, he was barraged by requests for more information, each
question from the blue jeans clad girl getting more personal.
"How tall are you?....."I'm five foot two."
"How much do you weight?"....."Uh, I think I weight ninety-five pounds, give or take."
"How many times a week do you take a shower?"....."A shower? I don't know. Maybe five times. What has that got to do with - -"
"Have you ever spied on a girl and seen her naked?"....."What, no. I would never do that. Why are you asking me this stuff? Can I get my clothes?"
Stephanie giggles at the mentioning of clothes. She looks down at herself, at the clothes she has on which rightfully belong to Raymond.
"I can't believe he fell for it," Stephanie says, and she laughs again. The camouflage wearing girl, Margot, then goes into some more questioning.
"Have you ever been bathed by a sister or cousin during the last couple years?"....."Bathed? Ah, no. I don't have a sister. My cousins ignore me."
"Have you ever watched porn on the internet?"....."A few times. Everybody has."
"When was the last time you measured your penis? And how big is it?".....
Nothing but silence after the last question. Raymond looks over at Stephanie. She has her pen to paper, waiting to write down the answer.
There is no way Raymond can answer.
"Why do you need to know this stuff? I need to get out of here. Let me get my shorts back. Stephanie can keep the shirt. Just let me go."
Margot smiles, and then she turns toward the open door. She grabs the door and swings it closed. Just above the doorknob there is a metal latch
or hinge like thing and sticking through a gap in the hinge is a combination lock, the same type kids use on their school lockers. Margot places the
hinge over a U shaped metal thing on the door frame. In shock and horror, Raymond's knees start knocking when Margot slips the combination lock
into the latch, jams the lock closed with an ominous snapping sound. The two crazy teenage girls just locked the door and that is the only way out.
Margot turns her body back toward Raymond and her smile is most unnerving. "The prisoner no longer complies with interrogation. We shall move
on to processing. But before going into that, I want to congratulate Stephanie on her ingenuity in bringing Raymond here, and in his current state
no less. That was so impressive. Let's get on with our normal routine, okay. Now please give me Raymond's clothes."
Stephanie stands up, places the writing pad down on the wooden chest. Without hesitation or questioning, the twelve year old girl strips off the
shorts, and then takes off the shirt. Stephanie glances at Raymond for just the briefest moment, then she hands the shorts and shirt to Margot,
but before that she makes some effort to fold them nicely before making the handoff. The light from the window shining in lights up Stephanie's
body in a golden glow. Her skin looks soft and supple, the small pink panties a bright patch of color on her creamy hips. The girl does nothing
to cover herself and Raymond is amazed by that, baring almost all while neither blushing nor trembling.
Suddenly, and without warning, Margot grabs Stepanie and yanks her around to face toward Raymond. Holding a hand on the small girls
left shoulder, the hand that holds Raymonds clothes, Margot reaches around with her other hand, cupping that hand over Stephanie's small left breast. Several good squeezes are made, then Margot shifts over to the other breast, gives the brown nipple there a playful tweaking, rubbing her thumb and forefinger over the cute pointy top of the girl's budding mound. All this while Stephanie smiles, looking Raymond right in the eyes.
It's a good thing Raymond is clutching his hands over his crotch. The unexpected sight of witnessing the young girl being felt up by the older
teen is arousing, stimulating, and he can feel himself getting stiff down there. He's never seen anything like it, but then his surprise is doubled
when Margot slowly slides her hand down Stepanie's tummy. The cute girl giggles as she feels the hand tickling very gently, and still she makes
no move to stop the intrusion, to move the hand away as it slides down further right into her pink panties. Raymond can't see exactly what is
transpiring, but he can make a good guess at it, as the hand tucked down in the panties moves down between the legs and back up again. Margot
is playing with her young friend's pussy and the girl hardly moves a muscle, offers no resistance.
"You are wondering why Stephanie lets me do this? It's part of the training. No girl must ever show embarrassment by anything that happens in
front of a boy. She mustn't mind being naked or touched like this. We are in control of our emotions, like mind over matter. We don't mind what you see here since what you think, what you feel doesn't matter." Margot pulls her hand out of Stephanie's panties, then gives the girl one more
titty tweak. "Okay, back to your station."
Her pretty little titties barely jiggle when Stephanie walks back to the wooden chest to sit down again, getting ready to write on the notepad.
When Margot sees Raymond still staring at the topless girl she explains, "A novice apprentice of the BSA is not allowed anything to cover her breasts
during official functions. It helps to weed out those not truly dedicated to the cause." Margot goes to one of the windows, and she tosses the shorts and shirt out. "You are free to leave anytime to retrieve your clothes, but you must go out the window. There is a branch only a few feet away.
If you think you are as good at climbing as Tarzan...go right ahead little man.
Needless to mention, Raymond is not about to jump out the window. If the door was open he would have watched and waited for the right moment
to make a getaway, even while clad in only underpants. He did go close enough to look out the window, sees his clothes lying on the ground too far below to consider using the window as an exit strategy. Did they somehow know he was sort of afraid of heights?
In need of a strategy, Raymond needs more information to figure out just what the fuck is going on. Margot just said a curious thing.
"What is this BSA?" Raymond asks. "I see those letters written above the doorframe. Did the Boy Scouts build this treehouse? I know they built
the rock dam at the creek to make the swimming hole."
Margot looks up at the blood red colored letters above her head. "The Boy Scouts of America did help build this treehouse, but those letters were
painted there years later, and for another purpose. BSA, the way we use the letters, stands for Boy Snatcher's Association. You are the thirteenth
boy to be taken by the Deadwood Chapter. Stephanie here just passed the requirements to achieve good marks in Misdirection and Deception in
luring prey."
Raymond looks at the topless girl, sitting and smiling on the chest, a girl that only an hour earlier looked so sweet and innocent, so lost and in need
of assistance, and Stephanie gives him a wink of her wicked blue eye. A chill runs down his spine now knowing the girl was targeting him, that each
of these girls have been monitoring his coming and going through the forest, and they saw him as an easy catch.
It's a hard lesson to learn, to realize that you can't trust anybody, not even a cute and adorable little girl.
Nudist Camp For Beginners
Chapter 9. Raymond at the Treehouse. Part B.
"You shouldn't go into the Deadwood by yourself."
That's the warning his mother gave him on more than one occasion. Raymond recalls hearing the advice, which he chose to ignore, as he follows
Stephanie along a path through the forest, a path that appears to have been heavily traveled once upon a time. The pathway deeper into the
woods now has tall weeds sprouting up along the sides and the branches of bushes reaches out into the walkway. Having almost no clothes on,
just in his not so tight whities, Raymond must remain aware of the bushes and the branches so they don't rub against his skin and leave scratches.
"How much farther is it?' Raymond asks, and the girl leading him turns her face his way only to smile and she replies "Oh, we're almost there."
Three times Raymond asked the question of how much farther to this fabled treehouse. The girl, who was wearing his shirt and shorts, seems so
much more comfortable and at ease as the two travel along the overgrown trail. Raymond has to follow her. He can't get his clothes back until
she reaches the treehouse, which is where she said she left her shorts. Several times there is a fork in the path, several times a trail crosses the
one being traveled. With how the tree branches overhang so thick it almost appears like night is falling. If Raymond was by himself he would have
turned around and gone back. "I'd turn back if I were you", the funny wooden sign in "The Wizard of Oz" comes to his mind. In the middle of the
deep dark forest Dorothy and her friends come across that warning as they traveled toward the witch's castle.
Finally, the trail ends in a clearing, and in the middle of the clearing Raymond sees the biggest oak tree he ever laid eyes on. The trunk must be
four feet wide near the base, with huge branches. Tucked in the middle of the tree there is indeed a treehouse. The wooden house is around
twenty feet off of the ground, the main part of it sitting on two of the main lower branches of the giant oak. The paintjob of the house is peeling
off, but other than that it appears to be in good shape. With the tree being the only one in the clearing, the tree and the house are bathed in
sunlight.
"My shorts are up in the treehouse," Stephanie says, as she points upward. "You want to come up and see inside?"
Of course Raymond wants to check out the treehouse. Houses built up in trees are among the coolest things ever. Raymond can't say this, but
he wants to go on up with Stephanie so he can watch her change out of his clothes and back into her own shorts. The shirt the girl had on was
lost in the creek. She didn't say anything about having a spare shirt lying around in the treehouse. If she doesn't have an extra shirt will Raymond
permanently let her keep his...or will he insist on having it back and leaving her topless? Raymond knows the correct answer to that is to let
Stephanie keep the shirt, but he so much wanted to get a good long look at her chest again with those lovely little tits and her nipples the width
of a nickel coin.
Wooden planks nailed into the trunk lead up to the door of the treehouse, which is an actual door, not just a door frame, the door closed at the
moment. The right side of the house has a window with no sign of a glass pane. It looks like a great place to hang out. If only he can remember
all the twists and turns of the various trails. Exactly how he and Stephanie got here is a bit fuzzy.
"I'll go first," Stephanie says, and up and away she went. Without any fear of heights, the slender and spry girl climbs up the wooden railings.
Watching her go up, Raymond can see the nails hold the wooden tree steps firm and secure. Stephanie pauses up near the top to look down.
"Come on, hurry up," she says, and then she turns a doorknob and swings the door open.
Raymond doesn't like climbing things. He doesn't exactly have a "Fear of Heights", but he rarely climbed trees and never went very high. If he
doesn't go on up Steph might get her feelings hurt and then she might not toss down his clothes. Trying to find his way back while still in just his
underwear is more scary than making the climb. Raymond reaches up to grab hold of a wooden railing.
He only made the mistake of looking down one time, and one of his legs actually shook. Raymond laughed to himself, realizing that the saying
about a person's "Knees Knocking" is actually true and can happen. Keeping his face upward, the climb is finished and Raymond is rewarded with
a view of a treehouse that is basically an empty space. The house has nothing in it but a small wooden chest. There are no furnishing, no chairs,
no table for games. Spray painted designs and naughty sayings are all over the walls and floor. Raymond checks out some unusual and amusing messages. There are three windows in the house and there is plenty of light streaming in to make reading easy enough.
Sucking Tits n Ass is better than smoking grass
Being born with a Big Dick is better than any present from Saint Nick
Standing at the back of the house, and looking toward the door, the letters BSA are written large in red paint. Apparently
the Boy Scouts must have built this treehouse around the same time they made the rock dam that created the swimming hole of Blanco Brook.
Raymond realizes that he's been inside the treehouse for several minutes, and Stephanie hasn't mentioned anything about returning the shorts.
Raymond looks around to see Stephanie sitting down on the small wooden chest. Why is she just sitting there he wonders.
"Aren't your clothes in that wooden box? I should get my shorts back," Raymond says, and he feels sort of a chill in the air when all Stephanie does
is sit there silently. He can feel goosebumps form on his skin. The hair on the back of the neck feels tingly and rises up. Something isn't right
about this.
Voices can be heard, the sound of at least two people talking. Are those girl voices?
Raymond moves toward the door, which is still open. Getting as close to the edge as he dares, Raymond looks down to see two girls, two big
teenage girls, walking toward the ladder. Raymond backs away from the doorway, not wanting the girls to look up to see a boy standing there in
his white undies.
"No way...oh shit...there are two girls coming," and he looks down again to see the first girl is now climbing the wooden railings.
"Those are my friends, here just in time," Stephanie say, and then she laughs a mischievous and wicked laugh.
Raymond backs away from the door. He scans the interior of the treehouse again, looking for anything he can cover himself with.
But not even the windows have drapes, and no rug on the floor, so there is nothing Raymond can use to cover up with.
"Tell them to go away," Raymond pleads to Stephanie. "There isn't much time."
"I'll do no such thing. They were waiting for you to show up."
Raymond looks at Stephanie, and he would swear her smile was like that of a devil. Pressing his back up against the wall, the only wall that
doesn't have a window, Stephanie is just to his left, still sitting down on a wooden box that looks like a chest from a pirate movie, only smaller.
"What do you mean, they were waiting for me? How could they know I was here?" Raymond directs the questions to Stephanie, but she says
nothing. There is nothing to hide behind in the bare room. All Raymond can do is cover his crotch with both hands.
The first big girl to finish the climb up the tree ladder and enter the treehouse looks like an escapee from a survivalist training camp. Her long
brown hair is in need of combing. She has on a brown t-shirt that fits tightly on a torso with a small waist but not so small breasts. The pants are
camouflage, and she has a knife tucked into a sheath on her belt. Raymond can easily imagine her as a more grown-up version of Judith from the
Walking Dead, ready and adept at slaying zombies.
The second girl to climb up looks like she arrived from a music concert. Her black hair is curly, and black seems to be the theme of her makeup
choices, very heavy touch with black eyeliner and lipstick. From both ears dangles a turquoise stone. The light blue of the earrings matches the
blue jean jacket and blue jeans. The jacket has a decoration of beads and flower pins. It's a strange combination, like a child of the hippy days
circa 1970 was crossed with a goth girl of the late 80s.
The survivalist teen girl makes introductions. "Hello stranger, welcome to the treehouse. I'm Margot, I'm fifteen years old, a sophomore at
Madison High School. And this here is my associate in crime, Rosie. She is a year younger than me...and of course I don't have to introduce you
to Steph. You already know her. She's very capable for a twelve year old. And just for the record, tell us your name and age."
Raymond notices that Steph just stood up and turned around. She opened the wooden chest, pulled out a notepad and a pen. Then closing the
chest she sits down on it again. It's a most surreal experience, to be standing nearly naked in a strange place while being interrogated by two
teenage girls. After telling them his name is Raymond, that he is thirteen years old, he was barraged by requests for more information, each
question from the blue jeans clad girl getting more personal.
"How tall are you?....."I'm five foot two."
"How much do you weight?"....."Uh, I think I weight ninety-five pounds, give or take."
"How many times a week do you take a shower?"....."A shower? I don't know. Maybe five times. What has that got to do with - -"
"Have you ever spied on a girl and seen her naked?"....."What, no. I would never do that. Why are you asking me this stuff? Can I get my clothes?"
Stephanie giggles at the mentioning of clothes. She looks down at herself, at the clothes she has on which rightfully belong to Raymond.
"I can't believe he fell for it," Stephanie says, and she laughs again. The camouflage wearing girl, Margot, then goes into some more questioning.
"Have you ever been bathed by a sister or cousin during the last couple years?"....."Bathed? Ah, no. I don't have a sister. My cousins ignore me."
"Have you ever watched porn on the internet?"....."A few times. Everybody has."
"When was the last time you measured your penis? And how big is it?".....
Nothing but silence after the last question. Raymond looks over at Stephanie. She has her pen to paper, waiting to write down the answer.
There is no way Raymond can answer.
"Why do you need to know this stuff? I need to get out of here. Let me get my shorts back. Stephanie can keep the shirt. Just let me go."
Margot smiles, and then she turns toward the open door. She grabs the door and swings it closed. Just above the doorknob there is a metal latch
or hinge like thing and sticking through a gap in the hinge is a combination lock, the same type kids use on their school lockers. Margot places the
hinge over a U shaped metal thing on the door frame. In shock and horror, Raymond's knees start knocking when Margot slips the combination lock
into the latch, jams the lock closed with an ominous snapping sound. The two crazy teenage girls just locked the door and that is the only way out.
Margot turns her body back toward Raymond and her smile is most unnerving. "The prisoner no longer complies with interrogation. We shall move
on to processing. But before going into that, I want to congratulate Stephanie on her ingenuity in bringing Raymond here, and in his current state
no less. That was so impressive. Let's get on with our normal routine, okay. Now please give me Raymond's clothes."
Stephanie stands up, places the writing pad down on the wooden chest. Without hesitation or questioning, the twelve year old girl strips off the
shorts, and then takes off the shirt. Stephanie glances at Raymond for just the briefest moment, then she hands the shorts and shirt to Margot,
but before that she makes some effort to fold them nicely before making the handoff. The light from the window shining in lights up Stephanie's
body in a golden glow. Her skin looks soft and supple, the small pink panties a bright patch of color on her creamy hips. The girl does nothing
to cover herself and Raymond is amazed by that, baring almost all while neither blushing nor trembling.
Suddenly, and without warning, Margot grabs Stepanie and yanks her around to face toward Raymond. Holding a hand on the small girls
left shoulder, the hand that holds Raymonds clothes, Margot reaches around with her other hand, cupping that hand over Stephanie's small left breast. Several good squeezes are made, then Margot shifts over to the other breast, gives the brown nipple there a playful tweaking, rubbing her thumb and forefinger over the cute pointy top of the girl's budding mound. All this while Stephanie smiles, looking Raymond right in the eyes.
It's a good thing Raymond is clutching his hands over his crotch. The unexpected sight of witnessing the young girl being felt up by the older
teen is arousing, stimulating, and he can feel himself getting stiff down there. He's never seen anything like it, but then his surprise is doubled
when Margot slowly slides her hand down Stepanie's tummy. The cute girl giggles as she feels the hand tickling very gently, and still she makes
no move to stop the intrusion, to move the hand away as it slides down further right into her pink panties. Raymond can't see exactly what is
transpiring, but he can make a good guess at it, as the hand tucked down in the panties moves down between the legs and back up again. Margot
is playing with her young friend's pussy and the girl hardly moves a muscle, offers no resistance.
"You are wondering why Stephanie lets me do this? It's part of the training. No girl must ever show embarrassment by anything that happens in
front of a boy. She mustn't mind being naked or touched like this. We are in control of our emotions, like mind over matter. We don't mind what you see here since what you think, what you feel doesn't matter." Margot pulls her hand out of Stephanie's panties, then gives the girl one more
titty tweak. "Okay, back to your station."
Her pretty little titties barely jiggle when Stephanie walks back to the wooden chest to sit down again, getting ready to write on the notepad.
When Margot sees Raymond still staring at the topless girl she explains, "A novice apprentice of the BSA is not allowed anything to cover her breasts
during official functions. It helps to weed out those not truly dedicated to the cause." Margot goes to one of the windows, and she tosses the shorts and shirt out. "You are free to leave anytime to retrieve your clothes, but you must go out the window. There is a branch only a few feet away.
If you think you are as good at climbing as Tarzan...go right ahead little man.
Needless to mention, Raymond is not about to jump out the window. If the door was open he would have watched and waited for the right moment
to make a getaway, even while clad in only underpants. He did go close enough to look out the window, sees his clothes lying on the ground too far below to consider using the window as an exit strategy. Did they somehow know he was sort of afraid of heights?
In need of a strategy, Raymond needs more information to figure out just what the fuck is going on. Margot just said a curious thing.
"What is this BSA?" Raymond asks. "I see those letters written above the doorframe. Did the Boy Scouts build this treehouse? I know they built
the rock dam at the creek to make the swimming hole."
Margot looks up at the blood red colored letters above her head. "The Boy Scouts of America did help build this treehouse, but those letters were
painted there years later, and for another purpose. BSA, the way we use the letters, stands for Boy Snatcher's Association. You are the thirteenth
boy to be taken by the Deadwood Chapter. Stephanie here just passed the requirements to achieve good marks in Misdirection and Deception in
luring prey."
Raymond looks at the topless girl, sitting and smiling on the chest, a girl that only an hour earlier looked so sweet and innocent, so lost and in need
of assistance, and Stephanie gives him a wink of her wicked blue eye. A chill runs down his spine now knowing the girl was targeting him, that each
of these girls have been monitoring his coming and going through the forest, and they saw him as an easy catch.
It's a hard lesson to learn, to realize that you can't trust anybody, not even a cute and adorable little girl.
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