Cooies & Cream

"Pina Colada"

Saul and Kevin came back to the cabin and started stripping off their Sunday best clothes. Saul checked out his chest hair in the mirror as Kevin sniffed his pits. The face Kevin made was like Lucille Ball's look whenever she was in a sticky situation! He picked up his clothes and went to the end of the cabin to put them in the hamper. Saul found that move odd.

"You're putting your clothes in the hamper instead of leaving them on the floor?" Saul flexed his muscles as Kevin went back to the rear bathroom to change. Saul thought his friend ignored the question and continued to flex. "Oh, I think I need shave my chest again. The butterfly wings are uneven."

Kevin came back with his blue shorts and his Hornets jersey. "Saul, what do you think about all this?"

"About what? And why did you put your clothes in the hamper?"

"One, it's about how people from all over is coming to Florida to protect us from this camera bug. And two...Karl tore me a new one last time I left my clothes on the floor."

"Oh shit! Brah! That's your clothes! He may mean well, but dude! He actually yelled at you?"

"He's as bad as my mom."

Saul squirmed as he turned to the bathroom. "Hey, I saw your mom, all right. She's a looker, but her attitude's a living nightmare."

"Man, that's my

mom

!"

"That's right, she's

your

mom. If I insult my mom, she'd whack me on the head with a newspaper!"

John opened his bedroom door as Saul went in the bathroom. He had his boxers on and stretched his arms. He groaned as he flexed his back. "Sup, Kev?"

"Not much. We talked about moms."

"That's an odd topic. Why did you talk about moms?"

"We talked about Karl and how he acted like my mom."

John cracked his smile and made a snicker. "Yep, that's a good reason. Hey, I'm heading to the fridge to grab a soda. You want anything?"

"Sure, a mountain dew if we got any left."

"There's one left."

"I'll take it."

John came back and gave Kevin a mountain dew bottle. Kevin noticed John wasn't wearing shorts. "Hey John, what's with the boxers? You're coming to the court to shoot hoops?"

"Nah, I'm beat. You and Saul can go ahead without me."

"What gives??" Kevin asked as Saul came out of the bathroom, whistling. "Saul, John's not joining us because he's exhausted. Does Florida make people tired early?"

Saul and John looked at him. "What?"

"Seriously. It's five in the afternoon and John is ready to go to bed early. I saw people going to houses too! I wonder if they were tired too?"

Saul scratched his curly purple locks. "Kevin, focus. Do the people had anything in their hands?"

As Kevin thought, Saul looked at John and nodded, wording out

watch this

.

"Now that you mention it, I saw cups of Cookies & Cream ice cream in their hands!"

"And there it is! That is the common factor, man!" Saul stepped closer to the man. "Dude, the people are not tired. The are the opposite of tired. They are beyond energetic. The went home to have a piece of

pie

with the ice cream."

"I get it! They want to serve pie a la mode!"

Good Lord, Kevin! Is he

this dense

?? Saul sighed with a disgruntled groan. "No, Kevin, listen, listen. We are not talking about the food pie."

"But that's the only pie there is. Cherry pie, apple pie, French Silk Pie, Peach pie, pumpkin pie, should I continue?"

"Hell no! Kevin, shut up and let me explain very slowly so you can understand. John is beat at five P.M. because he...got...

laid!"

Kevin's eyes boggled and his jaw dropped. He then made a giddy chuckle and celebrated. "Yeah! John got laid! All right! You deserve the night off!"

"Shut up, Kevin!" Saul and John commented together. John shook his loose bangs and combed it with his fingers. "Hey, listen, since you guys are here...where's Karl?"

"Meh, he's spending time with Mario at the lake. Why?"

John huddled to his roommates and whispered to them. "Linda is coming tomorrow."

Both of his friends panicked and screamed. John shushed them both. "Quiet! Kendra's still asleep."

"Aww, you invited Kendra over?" Kevin asked. "She is so sweet! So, wait, she was asleep while you had sex with another woman?"

Saul pinched his friend's waist. "You're missing the point, man! Linda...Karl's ex...is coming here!"

"Oh...she's a cosmic bitch, man! Why is she coming here??"

"Because she saw a post at Facebook about where we're staying. So, she's flying from Houston to Orlando to check on her ex 'snooky wookums'."

The guys laughed about that nickname. I laughed too when Saul discussed that with me the next morning. Rosa spat out her apple juice as Yuki dropped her fork on the table. "Snooky Wookums??"

"Oh yeah. Linda can give cute nicknames, but Linda is anything but cute."

"So she's unattractive?" Yuki asked. Saul shook his head in shock. "No! She is gorgeous! Her personality, on this other hand..."

Rosa nodded to the guy. "Say no more, babe. She is as trashy as a plastic bag!"

Saul bowed his head and nodded. He played with his eggs as Emma came along to check up with us. "Hey, sugs, how is the food? Oh! Saul, what the matter, sweets? You look like someone took your heart and stomped on it."

"It's not my heart that will be stomped. It's Karl's ex that will have that punishment."

"Uh-oh!" Emma looked around and then whispered to us. "Does he know Karl is in a relationship?"

"She." We all commented. Emma got taken aback from this. "Wait...so did he dump the girl because he found his sexuality?"

"She doesn't know he's gay." Saul answered. He looked up at her. "Hell! I had no idea he likes dudes!"

"You have a thing for him, Sug, and Mario beat you to beat!"

"What?? No! Karl's not my type! My type's Willamina!"

Rosa gasped with shock. "You have a thing for a Rho? Ugh! That's a big no-no!"

"Why? I'm not in your sorority!"

Yuki had her pancake and chewed on it. "He got you there, Rosa."

"Shut up!"

Some miles away, Linda turned at the camp sign in her Kia. She hummed to her Miranda Lambert song as she drove. She was so excited to see the guys again. John was her best friend since kindergarten and Saul and Kevin, middle school. During college, she dated Karl for about a year. They took a break when they want to find themselves. It was great that she did find herself at last. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about her discovery.

She brushed her dark blonde hair when she saw a car in front of her. She stopped as she waited for the car to move. "Must be where we check in. That's funny, John mentioned he parked his car to grab a room. What changed?" She looked beyond the front desk cabin and found rows upon row of cars. She realized the resort at this time of year was busy.

Billy came back and gave two keys to the distinguished older man. "Here we are, Major Burns, cabin #300 for you and #302 for your lady friends. I hope you enjoy your stay at Camp Hattawata!"

"Ah, you have a high spirit!" The man took the keys and gestured the uber driver to drive on. "We will enjoy ourselves!" The driver took the black ford inward to the camp. "Here we are, Sir and ladies! Camp Hattawata at its finest! What do you think?"

"Oh my!" The older woman cried, looking at the trees with wisteria daggling in the wind. "Wilbur did mention about the camp's nature, but I never imagined they can be this vivid! At least I took all my allergy shots before coming here. I won't have to suffer from asthma at least. I do hope they don't mind if I brought my pussy."

"I'm sure they can accept pets." The younger woman replied, rolling down her window. "I could have sworn I saw some people walking their dogs. Oh! Look at all those cabins! And they're all detached!"

"Come on, Miss Francis, there is no such thing as semidetached cabins." The older man shook his head as the Uber driver turned to Lake drive, the three hundred section. "Are those our cabins?"

"Yepper! The ones on the right are odd and the left even. Want me to help your bags?"

The older woman raised her hand. "Yes! You can help me with a couple of my luggage. The purple ones are too heavy."

"I don't know why you brought five luggage." Burns said to the woman. "Two or three is plenty. They have a laundromat."

"I know! But I heard about people stealing clothes while they are in the dryer. I shan't be part of the statistic. Oh, Major Burns, do take my pussy with you. And be careful with her. She was a nervous wreck from the flight."

"Of course, Mrs. Crane." Burns carried a cat carrier with a black Persian cat sleeping. Mrs. Crane took out her purse. She looked at her wallet and took out a couple of twenties. "I'm so glad we converted our British money for US ones. You're quite knowledgeable when it comes to traveling abroad."

"Well, yes. I traveled plenty of times in my younger days. That was when I was in the army. Ah, such memories." The Uber driver finished lifting the luggage to their appropriate cabins. He wiped his tan skin and went to the three people.

"Okay, guys, you're all set. I'll be on my way."

"Wait, what about the money?" Mrs. Crane asked. "You forgot to ask for payment."

"No, he didn't, Mrs. Crane." Miss Francis piped. "I swiped my card before he drove. Whatever amount is on his gauge, that's how much he earned from me card."

Mrs. Crane rolled her eyes and took out a Hamilton. "Well, dear, you still need a tip. Will this do, young man?"

"Plenty, Mrs. Crane!" He took the ten and grinned at the three. "Hey, you guys take care and welcome to Florida!"

"Thank you!" Miss Francis waved to the driver as he pulled in one of the driveways and took off. As one Uber driver came out of camp, another came in. This time it was with a tall man of twenty-four. He was muscular with a polo shirt. He was dark with a trimmed beard. His eyes brown with his hair short. He happened to be my older bro, LaShawn.

"Okay, Mac, you can stop. I'll walk from this spot."

"Sure thing, bud." The driver stopped right at the open field. LaShawn is not one of the nicest people you meet. One would find him rather rude in a pleasant way. Others would say he is kind in a crude perspective. Yeah, my brother is an oxymoron! He can be insolent or tender whenever he feels like. It depends if the person rubs him right or wrong.

"Here is your luggage, Sir." The big driver gave his roller luggage to LaShawn. My brother growled and grabbed the roller. "Did I ask you to touch this?"

"What?" The driver was confused. LaShawn turned up his nose. "I don't know where your hand came from. On second thought, I do. I caught you with your hand down your pants when you saw that woman in a short skirt that passed your car. Rather brazen of you, don't you think?"

"Hey, hey! First, my hands are always sanitized. Second, what girl? The only thing I saw was the road."

"Whoops! My mistake! I guess the girl I saw was your girl I fucked with last night."

Oh! Shit! Yeah, you gotta understand about my brother. He could hold a grudge for long periods of time. He only waits for the right moment to act his revenge. That and he has a good memory with faces...maybe too good a memory. When he recognizes a face, his mind works like a computer data base.

He knew the man from his high school days. Back then, LaShawn was one of those "Ugly Ducklings" with zits for days, skinny as a stick and nearsighted as fuck. The driver was the school bully. Every day, this monster tormented my brother to no end. Yet somehow, my brother survived all of this. Bullies like the one he faced were forced to...yeah, no comment.

Well, my brother is different from the other victims. He wanted to get back at that bastard somehow. So, during college, he took up sports. He played baseball, volleyball, went to the gym. Boy, when you have a diet of pure hatred toward one person, the results would be life changing! Because of the sudden change, his body drizzled with sex! The men nicknamed him "Lady Killer". You want to know why? Because every night, since the age of 21, he seduced, charmed, and satisfied a lot of women.

The last woman he came across was a woman who claimed she missed her boyfriend. When she gave him her phone to let him see the man, LaShawn's memory came in a snap! So, he used his charm and his fast wit to fill in the woman's loneliness. And that night, he filled her...and satisfied her more than her boyfriend ever could! LaShawn was a total BEAST! And now back to the present!

"What??" The boy gasped. LaShawn scrolled up a picture on his Smartphone and showed the driver his girlfriend all sweaty and full of my brother's...pie filling. LaShawn smirked and gave his old bully his forty bucks. "So long, Eduardo. Thanks for your encouragement, you repugnant fuck." (Did I mention he was an English Major in his college days?)

Well, LaShawn strutted like a rooster after his massive crow. He never turned back to look at the pale, gut impaled bully. His eyes, instead, looked forward to the upcoming days in this sunny adult resort. After his walk on the trail to find his cabin, the fun would come to him.

Billy came out of his front desk and found my friends and I playing soccer with the boys. He yelled for me as I kicked the ball to Amanda. He ran to me and huffed when he finished running. Yeah, running wasn't his favorite sport. I said my greeting and took him to the bench where we have the cooler. He thanked me after his drink.

"Kendra, so glad I caught you." He said to me. "Listen, I gotta ask. You know someone named LaShawn?"

"Yeah, he's my brother!"

"Oh! No wonder he has the same last name you have! He's in the resort right now. I assume he's found his cabin and unpacking his things by now."

"Really?" I said in astonishment. A hand touched my shoulder. I didn't bother looking over my shoulder. I knew the familiar warmth. "So, my brother came true to his word. That son of a bitch!"

"You hate your brother that much?" John asked me. I shook my head. "I adore my brother. But he knows about the Flasher. He came here to cause a ruckus."

"Oh no, don't think like that." Billy touched my shoulder. "Look, sweetheart, your brother is only protecting you. If I ever have a sister, I too will defend her honor! And hey, if he does cause a ruckus, hopefully we won't cross his path. He looks like a bull and he was nice to me."

"Well he was born in late April, so he's a regular Fernando."

"You want to see your brother?" John rubbed my shoulder. My face beamed with his warmth; my smile grew wider. "Yeah, I do."

I thanked Billy for telling me of my brother's arrival and took off to cabin 324. It took us a few minutes to walk to Lake Lane. I saw three newcomers in long pants and long skirts sweating consistently. The older woman (Mrs. Crane I found out) walked over and waved at me. The she spoke I knew she was across the pond.

"Hello! You must know this place!"

"I've been here for almost two weeks now."

"I see. Well, are you familiar a someone named Wilbur Howard?"

"Wilbur, like our gift shop Wilbur? He's in the next road, Wisteria Lane. He and his girlfriend live in cabin 277."

"Thank you...wait! Dear, did you say his...girlfriend?"

"Y-es he has a relationship with a girl, Mavis."

"Mavis!" The woman shouted. "I can't believe...thank you!" She rushed back to her presumably friends. Maybe I was wrong, but I could have sworn these people who knew Wilbur thought he was...forget it. My mind wasn't focused on that thought. LaShawn was the person I came to see.

Cabin 324 was a modest cabin, light brown exterior with a small porch. There was a swing set beside the cabin. There wasn't a car in the private driveway, so I assumed he took an Uber driver. John and I walked on the porch and stopped at the door. I used the brass knocker to knock the door. There was a creak when the door opened. Then, LaShawn opened it wide open, knowing I was there.

"

Sis

!" He proclaimed, hugging me. Well, more like squeezing me to bits is more appropriate. Boy his arms are like a two- sided vice! "Yo, Kens! How are you? Did that bastard take any more pics of you?"

"Bruh!" I feel the vice loosening and my lungs expanded freely. "We have security cameras now. The Flasher will be caught soon!"

"Well...glad you guys are taking care of the menace. But visiting to see you is only part of the reason for coming here. What I'm really here for is..." He gave me his smartphone and my eyes popped out what he circled. "

Why you...you came here to be part of some random orgy

??"

"Well, they do take place here, don't they?" My brother looked at me with a grin. I was not impressed like Queen Victoria. "LaShawn...stop eating crap!"

"Kendra?" John distracted me with a wave. He knew I was getting angry at my brother and he knew how to calm me down. He gave me a lavender scented pen. Yeah, I have a pen scented of strong lavender. You have not known about this because at the time it wasn't important. But at times I do need it between writing sessions. And I even let Yuki's sister and her friends try it during their coffee breaks.

"Hi." John moved over to my brother as I started to relax. "I'm John, Kendra's new friend."

When he reached his hand to my brother, John's face turned to confusion when LaShawn stared right at him. When my brother made that look, that meant he recognized him. The thing was we have never saw him before. Did we?

"John? John Hawthorne?" My brother asked him. John was shocked as was I! My beau made a staggering response. "Have...have we met?"

"Johnny! You and Kendra were best friends in kindergarten!" And that's when the light bulb turned bright! "Yeah! You two looked like a good team. I told Kendra when you moved to Texas fate would bring you together again. I was right!

"You know, John, when Kendra told me she met you, I thought to myself 'Hey! That might be the John she befriended when she was little.' Well, I was right! Here you are!"

"Yeah..." John looked at me with an awkward glance. I had the same look on my face. And yet, at the same time, it made sense! I know that I like him in more ways than one. But I wasn't sure why. John broke the silence. "Here I am."

Oh man, John and I were in a pickle! LaShawn didn't know John and I were hitting the sheets since Memorial Weekend! I couldn't have the guts to say to my own brother about my innocence being taken by my childhood friend! Would we spill the beans right then and there?? Would we admit our little yet known secret??

Well, at the time being, John and my secret were safe. Someone saved us in the nick of time. And it was in a body of Karl's ex! She yoo-hooed us and waved her hand. My first impression of this woman was

Karl was in a relationship with HER

?? Damn, she was nowhere NEAR Karl's type She was too...backward? May I give you a little example? Whoever said everything is bigger in Texas never saw her tits! I mean they exist...just on her back! Shit, I heard about business in the front and party at the back, but holy...

"Linda!" John waved back to Linda, laughing and relaxing, thanking God to himself an angel came along. "Hey, long time no see!"

Now, Linda Purkayev isn't your average beauty queen. (Her back titties proved that!) She has one of the most opened minded people in her state. Her dirty blonde hair was wavy and glossy. Her eyes were stunning navy blue that sparked in the sun. Her skin was partially tanned. She was skinny...at least at the front. But the back...damn! Her curves were packed in there!

"Hello, John!" Linda hugged John with a reasonable grip. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you! It really has been a while! And wow! This camp is so open! Did you know some of the girls are playing on some playground naked?"

"Playground?" LaShawn asked. I rolled my eyes. "It's not a playground. It's an obstacle course our councilor created for my opposing sorority."