Tina Lambert stood at the sink in the little cabin washing her hands.
"That's the seventh time you've done that, Tina-Marina," Margie Stone said.
"The ninth!" Tina said.
Margie lay on the bed wearing only the crisp bill Tina had earned -- Ben Franklin's vaguely smiling face pressed between her legs.
"You know, Tina, if we each earned just one of these a day all summer we'd double our money. That'd be almost fourteen thousand dollars!"
"That's easy for you to say, Marge. You didn't have to jerk off Methuselah."
"Hey, girlfriend -- a hundred bucks for six minutes of work? I can handle that."
"You know what that makes us, don't you, Marge?"
"Yeah, I suppose -- well, no, it's different. This is a nudist camp, and they are tips."
"With that kind of rationale you definitely have af future in national politics, Marge."
Tina turned away from the sink. She wore a tiny white bikini.
"And you know, you can put something on, Marge. We're off duty."
"Yeah, I guess. I'm getting kinda used to it."
Margie plucked the bill from its perch, gave Ben a quick kiss, and handed the hundred to Tina. She swung her shapely legs off the bed.
"Besides," she said, "I'm sure not everybody will be like Henry Hackett."
"You mean you're banking on there being more Freds and Tommys here --"
The girls were startled by a banging on the door.
"Hello! Anybody home?"
"Shit!" Margie said and scurried for the bathroom.
"Who is it?" Tina called.
"Tommy. You saw me at the pool today," a male voice said.
Tina opened the door. Two young men were standing there in swim trunks. Tommy, tall and blond, radiated a perfect white-toothed smile. The other youth was muscular, dark-haired and looked pale and ill.
"Who is it?" Marge yelled from the bathroom.
"It's okay, Marge," Tina said.
Margie emerged cautiously, a white bath towel wrapped around her body.
"We weren't really introduced earlier." Tommy said. "Thought we'd drop by and say, hi. I'm Tommy -- this is Derek, he's a groundskeeper."
Derek managed a half-hearted wave. Margie peeked around the door.
"What's the matter with him? He looks sick."
"Oh, he'll be okay," Tommy said. "He just ate something that disagreed with him."
"Hacketts!" Derek muttered and gagged.
"He said 'Hacketts'. They're always the first guests to arrive," Tommy said.
"We know the Hacketts!" Tina said.
"Yeah, we've already had some hands-on experience with them," Margie said.
"Derek had to help them set up their RV," Tommy said and slapped his friend good-naturedly on the shoulder.
"Hold still, Derek," he said, "you've got something stuck on your lip."
He plucked off a single strand of hair and examined it. Derek gagged again.
"Oh, God!" Margie said. "I thought we'd taken care of that horny bastard for awhile!"
"No!" Derek mumbled. "Not Henry -- Helen!"
"Jeez!" Tina said.
"It was awful!"
"Try not to think about it," Tommy said.
"Just lying there on my back --" Derek continued.
"Forget it, Derek!" Tommy cautioned.
"I couldn't breathe! I was suffocating!"
"Derek -- please!"
"--and she just sits on me, glaring at the TV and yelling, 'Fuck you, Dr. Phil!'"
Tommy put a comforting arm around his friend's shoulder.
"I got sick!" Derek said, his face contorted in agony.
"God, you upchucked in Helen's --" Tina said, her eyes wide.
Derek shook his head.
"No, I tried to make it to the bathroom -- but Henry was in there puking his guts up."
"The man's going to have no bodily fluids left," Margie said.
"It took me a half-hour to clean their carpet," Derek lamented.
He opened his clenched fist and examined a badly crumpled one hundred dollar bill.
"It's not worth it," he said.
"That's enough of that," Tommy said. "We came by because we thought, well -- since you two are new here we could, you know -- do something tonight."
Margie's eyes narrowed.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
Tommy shrugged.
"I don't know, the pond's real pretty in the evening. We could just, you know -- sit around."
"You could show us the ins and outs of the place, I suppose," Margie said.
Tommy grinned sheepishly.
"I don't know," Tina said. "I'm allergic to mosquitoes -- they leave big bumps."
"Yeah, just look at her chest," Margie said.
"Then how about the rec hall?" Tommy persisted. "We could do some pool, maybe a little ping-pong?"
Margie looked at Tina.
"What do you think?"
Tina shrugged.
"Guess it beats sitting around the cabin," she said.
"Great!" Tommy beamed. "We'll meet you there at seven. I'll go into town and pick up some tacos!"
Derek slapped his hand over his mouth and bolted for the trees.
The shiny green six-ball rolled across the felt and plopped neatly into the pocket.
"Wow, Marge, you're good! Where did you learn to play pool so good?" Tommy asked.
"In biology lab," Margie said.
"They had a pool table in your biology lab?"
"I don't know. I never went."
Tommy watched her lean across the table. Generous portions of lower buttock swelled out from under her tight cut-off jeans and the tops of her white breasts spilled from the blue halter.
"I liked biology," Tommy said, "especially anatomy."
"Damn! I missed!" Margie said. "Sometimes I get all the balls."
"I don't doubt that a bit," Tommy said.
"How about some ping-pong, Tina?" Derek asked.
The two sat on a bench and watched Margie and Tommy shoot pool.
"No, I don't think so," Tina said. "I'm not very coordinated. Besides, I've had plenty of wrist exercise for one day."
"You look great tonight, Tina. Love the bikini."
"You don't think I'm over-dressed?"
"Well, you'll have tan lines if you wear it too often."
A breeze wafted through the open windows of the rec room and carried the soft chirping of crickets from the camp pond.
"You know, I think I really like it here," Tina said.
"Yeah, it's cool," Derek said. He slid a muscular arm around her shoulders.
Tina stood abruptly and pointed.
"Oh, what are those? Torture devices?"
"No," Derek laughed. "Weight machines."
He walked to one, sat on the bench, and pressed the bars. The muscles in his arms, shoulders and chest rippled.
"This one's great for the pecs," he said.
"You ought to try it, Tina-Marina," Margie said.
"What's that?" Tina pointed to a smaller device shrouded by a canvas cover.
Derek grinned.
"That's, um, a special machine -- for guests only," he said.
