Girl Scout Camp Adventures
 
by NetWanderer
 
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Chapter 9 - Games People Play....
 
	TGFF.  Well, more accurately, TGFDO.  Thank G-d for days off.  
Especially if they start on a Friday.  These were my thoughts as I spent 
the morning making sure all the necessary work was done before leaving 
for 24 hours of down time.  
 
	It was a bright, sunny, warm, day and I look forward to an 
afternoon of hiking, a quiet night at a local motel (alone!), a large 
breakfast made with REAL eggs, and a leisurely walk back to camp by noon 
Saturday.  
 
	I left the camp in order, I came back in the middle of a mess.  
Don't get me wrong, Kids have to be Kids and all that, but apparently 
things had gotten a bit out of hand the night before.  Apparently, five 
of the 15 year old campers had decided to play a joke on the junior 'bed 
wetters'.  Late at night, just before curfew, they snuck out of their 
tents and dumped buckets of ice water of the Juniors bedrolls, with the 
Juniors inside them.  The resultant screams woke the camp before the 
Seniors could return to their own beds.  The damage was minimal, people 
were apparently more upset at being woke up.
 
	When I came back on Sat, the five culprits had just finished 
washing and drying (by hand!) the clothes they had soaked, and were 
waiting at a picnic table to hear what the rest of their punishment would be.
 
	Traci filled me in, and immediately seconded her decision.  That 
night, the entire camp was going out  to see a movie featuring the latest 
heartthrob (I forget who it was).  Making our 'fearsome five' remain 
behind in camp, in an empty tent, seemed like a good punishment.  Well, I 
couldn't go suggesting the Nikki method now, could I?
 
	Traci asked me if I wouldn't mind doing the honors and staying 
behind to keep an eye on things.  "No problem." I replied, "not my kind 
of film anyway."  Promising to find em a counselor to keep me company 
(darn), she went off to inform or juvenile delinquents of their revised 
evening schedule.  A chorus of groans told me she had.
 
	I went back to my cabin and packed away some laundry I had done 
the last evening.  Funny, it seemed like I had more underwear when I came 
to camp.
 
	I spent the rest of the day catching up around camp, and even 
found time for a leisurely boat ride across the lake.  Fully recharged 
and refreshed for the first time in weeks, the afternoon passed quickly 
for me.
 
	Right after dinner, the girls got ready to board buses for their 
movie trip.  The theater was about an hour away, so they had to leave 
early in time to make the show.  My five charges were sent to the empty 
tent where they would be spending their evening.
 
	We had taken an unused tent in the Junior division and tied the 
rear flap closed from the outside, and thrown some mattresses in there so 
the girls had some place to sit or lay.  We allowed each girl to bring a 
pillow, as well as books or whatever else small they wanted.
 
	I arrived about fifteen minutes after the girls did.  The tent 
flap was closed, and I could hear talking coming from inside, probably 
the girls complaining about how unfair this all was.
 
	The flap popped open, and out came the counselor who would be 
joining me this evening at the tent the other campers were now jokingly 
calling the 'isolation ward.'  To my great surprise and pleasure, it was 
Kate.  We had not had a good chance to talk since I brought her to camp, 
so it looked like this was going to be a better evening than I thought.  
Turns out she didn't like romantic films much either.
 
	I smiled at Kate as a poked my head into the tent to let the 
girls know I was there.  I warned them very firmly that if Kate or I had 
to come into the tent for ANY reason, I'd think of something worse than 
this.  "Other than that," I promised, "we'll leave you alone for the rest 
of the evening."  Before I left, I looked over the five girls, who were 
sprawled on the mattresses in various positions.
 
	Closest to the flap was Samantha, a petite brunette with large 
breasts.  Beyond her was Caroline, light brown hair, about 5'2", 1110 
max.  To her right was Bambi (really), a tall-for-her-age blonde with 
nice legs.  Just in front of Bambi was Lois.  Lois was only 4'8" or so 
but had a wonderful ass often covered by her long blond hair.  Finally, 
there was Marnie, the group's 'leader', about 5' 4" with a body some 
models would kill for.  I was given to believe she had done a few 
commercials for juniors lingerie.
 
	Fixing the girls with what I hoped was one last menacing glare, I 
left the tent and shut the flap and went over to the picnic table we had 
setup up outside.  A quick treatment with some bug repellent, oreos 
unpacked, and we were set for the night.
 
	Kate and I spent the next hour or so catching up on camp and 
such, going over what happened since she had arrived, our last days off, 
etc.  When we paused in our conversation, we noticed that it seemed 
awfully quiet inside the tent.  Deciding to check in without letting them 
know we were, we crept around the side of the tent and peered in through 
a window, the flap to which we had conveniently left a little open just 
for such an occasion.
 
	As it turned out, everything was just fine.  The girls had pulled 
their mattresses together in the center of the tent and were playing 
poker, using M+M's as chips.
 
	Were were about to sneak back to the table when I heard Marnie 
speak up.  "This is SO boring."
 
	Bambi replied, "I have an idea.  What about Strip Poker?"  The 
girls all nodded, so Bambi went on.  "Lets see, everyone gets 10 M+Ms.  
When you run out of M+Ms, you have to take of a  piece of clothing, then 
everyone gives you two from their pile.  Sound fair?"
 
	All the girls agreed, and Bambi divided the M+Ms as Lois 
reshuffled the cards.  All the girls were wearing sweats, it was a 
surprising cool night and we had left them a fan in the tent, mostly to 
cover any noise we might have made while checking on them.
 
	I got up from a crouch and started to head for the table, but 
before I moved, I felt Kate's hand grab my wrist.  I looked at her and 
was shocked when she mouthed the words "Let's stay and watch!"
 
	I didn't even have to respond, my expression must have said it 
all.  With a smile, Kate pulled me down to sit on a stump where we could 
see in, but they could not see us unless they came right up to the 
window.  With her hand still grasping my wrist, Kate found a spot next to 
me and turned to watch the activity.  "What the hell, there is always 
unemployment..." I thought to myself.  At least, since the seven of us 
were the only ones in camp, we were not going to be interrupted.
 
	While we were getting settled, the girls had started their game.  
We watched them play, and listened as they went, starting slow, but 
getting into a good game rhythm.  It didn't take long for the first 
victim to fall.  Ironically, it was the one who suggested the game, 
Bambi.  The other girls teased her gently as she pulled her sweatshirt 
over her head.  Underneath was a pale yellow T-shirt that showed the 
outline of her bra beneath.
 
	Shortly after, Samantha, Caroline and Lois all lost their 
sweatshirts, all were wearing T-shirts.  Caroline and Samantha both had 
on blue T's, Lois's was black.
 
	Caroline was the first girl to lose a different piece of 
clothing.  Losing her last M+M to Marnie, she she stood and stepped out 
of her sweatpants, but the length of her shirt prevented any view we may 
have had.
 
	I was still a little uncomfortable with this situation.  Looking 
over at Kate, I saw she was paying rapt attention to the activities going 
on inside the tent.  Checking her hand on my wrist, I notice that her 
grip had loosened, and her fingers had started to move slightly back and 
forth on the inside of my wrist.  Comforting myself with the thought that 
she was as guilty as I, I returned my attention to the game.
 
	During my musings, no one had lost any more clothing, buy Marnie 
had acquired a small fortune in M+M's and all the other girls were almost 
out.  It was obvious where the luck was so far tonight.
 
Sure enough, two hands later, both Bambi and Samantha again found 
themselves out of candy.  Bambi, as if slightly embarrassed, stood and 
stepped out of her sweats quickly, but I caught a flash of pink before 
her T-shirt settled.  To my surprise, Samantha didn't remove her pants, 
but instead pulled off her T-shirt.  Her melon sized breasts were barely 
held in by a white sports-style bra.  The pressure on the bra material 
forced it tightly over her nipples, making them stand out prominently.
 
	The tables turned for a few hands, and Marnie lost her M+M hoard, 
as well as her sweatshirt and green T-shirt, leaving her upper body 
covered by only a black sports bra.  The sight of her perfect tits clad 
only in that bra made my mouth water.
 
	Giving Marnie the required two M+Ms left Samantha empty so after 
losing the next had, she too had to give up her sweatpants.  Underneath, 
she had on plain white cotton panties, cut high on the side.  Her legs 
were spectacular.
 
	I stole another glance at Kate, who's hand was now running up and 
down the entire length of my arm.  Her attention was still firmly focused 
on the inside of the tent, so I decided to to take advantage of this and 
moved a little closer to her, so that we were almost touching.
 
	When I turned my attention back to the tent, Lois had lost her 
sweat pants and Caroline had just run out of M+M's.  Getting to her 
knees, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the 
corner.  As she shook out her hair, her adolescent breasts shimmied under 
a white lacy bra.
 
	Lois interrupted the game.  "I have another idea.  Let's change 
the rules.  First, if anyone loses a piece of clothing, the person with 
the winning hand gets to remove it.  AND if the winning hand is a 
straight flush or better, the winner gets to remove one piece of clothing 
from everyone!"  All the girls looked at each other, and agreed.  The 
cards were dealt again.
 
	This time, as the cards were dealt, there was a greater level of 
tension in the tent.  It took a few hands before anything happened, but 
finally Marnie tossed down her cards.  "Damn, not one M+M."  Who won?
 
	Bambi smiled as she held up her hand with three Aces and motioned 
Marnie to stand.  Kneeling in front of the standing teen, Bambi hooked 
her thumbs into the waistband of Marnie's sweatpants.  With a yank, she 
jerked them down to the ankles.  Marnie was wearing light blue bikini 
panties, through which her black pubic hair was faintly visible before 
she quickly sat back down.
 
	Candy traded positions for another few hands until Bambi found 
herself on the short end of the sugar, as it were.  This time, Caroline 
had the winning hand, a full house.  Bambi stood up as Caroline came over 
to her.  With an impish grin on her lips, Caroline grasped the bottom of 
Bambi's T-shirt and slowly raised it towards Bambi's head.  Bambi gave a 
visible shudder as the hem of the shirt crossed the front of her breasts, 
silhouetted nicely in profile, contained in an emerald green silk bra.  
Caroline pulled the T-shift off and added it to the pile in the corner.
 
	It finally penetrated my stunned consciousness that it had grown 
dark outside.  Fully committed now, I nudged Kate and motioned that we 
should move closer to the window so we could get an even better view.  
Quickly, we picked up the log stumps we had been sitting on and slid em 
closer to the tent.  When we put them down, the logs were closer together 
and I felt her hand reach behind me and start scratching my back.  It was 
a little chilly, so I put my hand around her and pulled her a bit closer too.
 
	No one had lost any clothing while we were resettling, and a hand 
was just ending.  Samantha smiled as she displayed three kings, and 
pointed to Lois as she started to scoop up the candy pile..  Before she 
could move, Caroline said "Hold It!" and flipped her cards into the 
center of the table.  There was a collective "Oh Damn!."  Straight flush, 
9-5 in hearts.
 
	Smiling broadly, Caroline lined the girls up, thankfully on the 
opposite side of the tent facing us.  She took a second to decide who was 
first, but finally motioned Bambi  forward.  "Alphabetical order always 
works..."
 
	Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent profile 
view.  Stepping around the slightly trembling Bambi, she reached up and 
undid the clasp on the back of the emerald green bra, easing it around to 
the front, and up.  I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked to me as if 
she had deliberately caused the material to brush Bambi's nipples.  As 
the bra fell away, Bambi's breasts settled out, as her nipples hardened 
in the cool air.  Perhaps being merciful, Caroline told Bambi to sit down.
 
	Lois' turn.  Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi had just 
vacated.  Smiling even more broadly, Caroline stepped to Lois' front and 
tugged her T-shirt up.  As the hem slipped past the underside of her 
breasts, it was clear that Lois was not wearing a bra.  This time I was 
sure.  As Caroline raised the T-shirt, she definitely pushed the material 
tight against the front of Lois' tits.  Lois swayed slightly as the 
T-shirt cleared her head and flew into the corner.  The loss of her 
T-shirt also revealed pale blue bikini bottoms, covering that ass.  God 
what an ass, even better than I imagined.  Lori stood for a moment, then 
sat too.
 
	I was monetarily distracted by pressure on my right leg.  I 
looked down, and saw that Kate had put her free hand on my thigh and was 
kneading up and down gently.  I wasted no time in doing the same with my 
free hand.  I didn't want to miss the show, so I quickly looked back into 
the tent.
 
	Marnie had taken over the spot just vacated by Lori.  I felt my 
manhood rise inside my sweats as I thought of those delicious breasts 
soon to be freed from their confinement.
 
	Caroline stepped behind Marnie and ran her fingers up Marnie's 
sides, causing her to jump slightly.  Reaching the bottom of Marnie's 
bra, she grasped the front and rear and lifted quickly, leaving Marnie's 
breasts bouncing slightly as they snapped free.  My dick sprang to full 
attention, and I worried for a second about Kate's hand which was inching 
ever closer with each stroke, as mine travelled further up the leg of her 
sweats.
 
	Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all to short as 
she sat and covered them with crossed arms.  Meanwhile, Caroline had 
brought Samantha over.  Due to the size of Samantha's tits, Caroline had 
some difficulty removing her bra, but finally worked it free.  Once 
released, they settled into place, as her nipples joined the rest poking 
out into the cold air..  She rejoined the other seated players.
 
	All the girls silently looked at one another, as if to say "Now 
what???".  Marnie broke the silence.  " How about once last hand.  Winner 
take all, the others have to do WHATEVER she says for the rest of the 
night..."
 
	Everyone glanced at her neighbors, uncertainly, then nodded.  
Engrossed in the unfolding events, I jumped as Kate's hand made contact 
with the lump in my pants, which had begun to subside only slightly.  
Embarrassed, I quickly looked in her direction, but she just smiled, and 
turned back to the tent window.  Her fingers continued their stroking, 
not changing their location.  One good turn deserved another, so I inched 
my fingers closer to her crotch.  Her legs parted slightly.  From her 
back, I moved my other hand to her side, lightly scratching her ribs and 
the sides of her breasts through her clothing.
 
	The girls had dealt out their last hand and were looking at their 
cards.  All of them took 2 or 3 cards, so there was no clear winner.
 
	No one wanted to be the first to show their hand, so there was a 
long pause until Samantha, with a muttered "Damn!" put her cards on the 
mattresses...face up.  Pair of 2s.  She looked up.
 
	Caroline -  Three of a kind in 3s.
 
	Lori - Two Pair, Queens and 4s.
 
	Marnie - Three of a Kind in 5s.
 
	Everyone looked at Bambi, who laid out her cards.  Ace high.  As 
one, they all turned to Marnie who broke into a big smile.  "Showtime!".
 
	Marnie looked around at her fellow campers, vaguely reminding me 
of the way one might choose meat in a butcher shop.  You could almost 
sense the gears turning in her head as she considered her options.  
Finally, she pointed to Caroline, still clad in a bra and briefs, she 
said "Well, you still seem to be a bit overdressed.  We need to fix 
that.  Who wants to volunteer?"
 
	Possibly hoping to get whatever Marnie had in mind over sooner, 
Bambi raised her hand slowly.  Marnie directed Lois and Samantha to move 
out of the way, and positioned two mattresses together on the center of 
the floor.
 
	Settling herself against the side of the tent, she directed 
Caroline to lay on her back in the center of the mattresses, and told 
Bambi to get two T-shirts from the discarded clothing pile and come over 
to her.  With one T-shirt,Marnie blindfolded the kneeling teen, then  
tied her hands together with the remaining shirt, so that the palms faced 
each other.  The bound teen was then directed to kneel at Caroline's 
side, so that her knees were touching Caroline's ribs.
 
	"Bambi, I want you to remove Caroline's bra and panties.  You can 
only use your hands as is."   Bambi lowered her bound hands in search of 
Caroline's bra.  Unable to see, she landed them on Caroline's midsection, 
causing a small gasp.  Caroline started to speak, but a look from Marnie, 
with her finger over her lips, cautioned her to silence.
 
	As she explored with her fingers, trying to orient herself on 
Caroline's body, the tickling motion made the reclining teen squirm.  
Finally, Bambi's questing fingers found the material of Caroline's bra, 
and from there quickly guided themselves to the clasp in the center.  It 
took only a moment for the bra to spring open, revealing breasts topped 
by brown aureolae. While removing the bra, Bambi's hands, clumsy because 
of the bonds, scraped the surface of each breast, causing their nipples, 
and Caroline, to rise in arousal.  Caroline raised her body, and the bra 
was slipped off.  In the silence, all the girls could be heard to be 
breathing a little heavier.
	The bra removed, Bambi trailed her fingers down Caroline's body, 
eliciting small tremors until she reached the waistband of the pale 
yellow panties.  With her hands tied, Bambi could not reach both sides of 
the undergarment, so was forced to pull the garment down from the front.  
As she did so, she revealed Caroline's light brown pussy hair, and her 
hands brushed Caroline's mound, causing the teen to moan. Once that was 
passed, the panties were quickly removed off Caroline's leg.  Marnie 
stood, untied Bambi and sent them back with the other two.
 
	As Marnie planned her next actions, the lull in activity allowed 
the girls in the tent to relax slightly, and my attention to return to my 
own body.  Kate's hand had not stopped, and the tip of my dick was 
threatening to poke out of the top of my jeans.  I had not been idle, and 
noticed a slight  dampness where my finger had been making circular 
motions between Kate's legs.  I decided to up the tempo a bit, but before 
I could, my attention was drawn back to the interior of the tent.
 
	Marnie now had Lois standing at attention in the center of the 
mattresses and was giving her instructions.  "No matter what happen's you 
can't move or make a sound.  If you do, you will have to go outside, 
dressed just like this.  Understand?"  Lois swallowed once, and nodded.  
Idly, I wondered why no one had "chickened out" but attributed it to the 
female version of male pride.
 
	Leaving Lois standing, Marnie went over to Samantha and whispered 
a set of instructions into her ear.  Samantha's expression rapidly 
changed from curiosity, to amazement, to downright shock, to a broad 
smile.  Lois just looked more nervous.
 
	Instructions completed, Marnie moved back to her previous seat to 
watch as Samantha rose and stepped towards a trembling Lois.  As she got 
closer, Samantha picked up one of the discarded T-shirts, then stepped 
behind Lois, blindfolded her, and stepped behind her.
 
	Reaching forward, Samantha slowly scraped her nails down Lois' 
back.  The blonde trembled slightly, but did not move.  After a few 
seconds of this, it was obvious Lois was not giving in, so Samantha tried 
a little harder.  Stepping forward she pressed the tips of her breasts 
into Lois' back and reached around.  While moving her breasts gently 
against the blonde's back, Samantha took each of Lois' nipples between a 
finger and thumb and kneaded them gently.  Lois' nipples sprang to 
attention and she swayed slightly, but still did not move or utter a sound.
 
	Samantha kept trying for a moment or two longer, but unable to 
evoke a response from Lois, played what would be her last card.  Removing 
one hand from Lois' breasts, Samantha moved it down and slipped it under 
the waistband of Lois' pale blue panties.  Through the material, I could 
see her finger massage the front of Lois' womanhood, then slip inside!
 
	The muscles stood out on Lois' neck from the effort she was 
making to keep still and silent.  Just when it looked like she was going 
to lose the battle, Marnie called out "Time!" and Samantha stopped and 
stepped away.  "Lois, I told Samantha that if she was able to make you 
move in five minutes or less, after you came back in, she could do 
whatever she wanted with you for the rest of the night.  Since she 
didn't, I suppose it is only fair if you get to do whatever you want with 
HER for the rest of the night..."  Lois turned and looked at Samantha.  I 
couldn't see her expression, but Samantha's face went red, then pale.  
Marnie told the two of them to sit, and wait till she was done.
 
	As Marnie pondered her next move, I made mine.  Altering the 
motion of my hand, I started circling a larger area, finally reaching the 
elastic of Kate's sweats.  With each arc, I caught the top of the 
material and tugged slightly, causing the waistband to slide a little 
lower.  After a few rotations, i could feel the silky material of her 
panties, or whatever she was wearing.  Another few motions, and over an 
inch was revealed.  Kate noticed my actions, and removing her hand from 
my back, lifted her hips off the seat.
 
	Accepting the offered invitation, I grasped the sides of her 
sweatpants with both hands and pulled them down, leaving them to pool 
around her ankles.  Both of my hands went back to their earlier 
positions, this time with less material between myself and her, as I also 
slipped my hands under the back of her shirt.
 
	I felt her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans.  After a 
moment, the button popped open, and I heard and felt my zipper pop open, 
along with a cool gust of air on my overheated privates.  I was able to 
lift my hips without using my hands, and soon my pants were in the same 
position as hers.
 
	With one hand, she returned to stroking my dick through my 
underwear, paying special attention to the tip, now poking above the 
waistband of my jockeys, slowly oozing fluid.  Pausing, she took a drop 
of the fluid on the tip of her finger and raised it to her mouth, where 
she sucked for a second before placing her hand back.  Not to be outdone, 
I I rubbed my finger across the wetness that had developed on her panties 
and raised it to my lips.  Her juices tasted mildly sharp, with a 
wonderful musky aroma.
 
	Having gotten so caught up in our own activities, we lost track 
of what was happening inside the tent.  A low moan caused us to to turn 
back, and we both immediately locked into rapt attention.  While we were 
playing,m the girls had apparently thrown caution, and modesty, to the winds.
 
	Marnie was still sitting against the wall across from us, but now 
her legs were spread, panties hanging off her right ankle.  In front of 
her, Bambi was lying on her stomach, her  head buried in Marnie's 
crotch.  Though we couldn't see any actual contact, Bambi's motions and 
Marnie's expression left NO doubt as to what was actually going on.
 
	It didn't take long for Marnie to start spasming.  Her legs 
jerked and breasts heaved as Bambi's head motions increased their speed.  
Finally, Marnie screamed and collapsed back against the wall of the tent, 
limp as a rag doll.  We looked for the other girls.
 
	Lois had gotten her revenge alright.  Using clothing, Lois and 
Caroline had tied Samantha to the floor slats of the tent, spread eagled 
on a mattress.  Poor Samantha couldn't move.  The other two were 
tormenting her, placing kisses and touches on all parts.  As I watched, 
Lois took a finger, and wetting it in her mouth, inserted just the tip 
into Samantha's pussy mound, making her squirm wildly.  Meanwhile, 
Caroline started to give Samantha's massive tits a tongue bath, spending 
a particular amount of time switching from one nipple to the other.  Each 
time it appeared Samantha was close to orgasm, the other two stopped 
their ministrations as Samantha begged for release.  Finally, being 
merciful, I guess, Lois and Brandi resumed their assault.  This time, 
they didn't stop.  Lois inserted first one, then two, then finally three 
fingers into Samantha's dripping box and plunged them in and out.  After 
only a few seconds, Samantha uttered a guttural moan as a small stream of 
fluid gushed out over Lois' fingers, where they were quickly licked off 
by Caroline.  As Samantha's body relaxed, Lois and Caroline rolled out of 
view together, but both started making it clear what they were doing by 
moaning loudly.
 
	Meanwhile, Marnie had recovered and was returning Bambi's oral 
favors.  Marnie was lying on the floor, on her back, and Bambi squatted 
above her mouth, facing us.  From our vantage point, we could see 
Marnie's tongue as it plunged in and out of the blonde's pussy.  Bambi's 
eyes were screwed shut, and her breasts bobbed in time to Marnie's head 
movements.  Marnie's tongue flicked rapidly over Bambi's now extruded 
clit, and this proved too much for the tall teen as she crashed her body 
down on Marnie's face, grunting wildly, then collapsed forward.  
Simultaneously, two low moans from under the window let us know that 
Caroline and Lois had also found release.
 
	Listening to the heavy breathing of the exhausted girls, we 
noticed that we had both stopped our activities.  Before we could 
continue, however, we heard the sounds of returning buses and quickly 
scrambled back into our clothes.  The girls inside the tent heard too and 
roused themselves to untie Samantha and get dressed.  By the time the 
moviegoers had disembarked, we were back at our table, having gone to the 
tent to summon out the girls.
 
	Traci and Jackie came by to relive us and pick up our five 
campers, asking us how the night had gone.  "Fine," I replied, "didn't 
hear a peep out of them.  Marnie looked at us curiously, and when Jackie 
and Traci were both turned away, we both winked at the camper then turned 
away, leaving her to ponder what we knew. 
 
	After all that had occurred though, perhaps the best part was, as 
we were leaving, Kate whispered to me "sorry we got interrupted.  I'll 
make it up to you!"  I felt her hand grab and squeeze mine briefly as we 
separated.
 
	Grinning broadly, I returned to my cabin to 'relieve my tension' 
and get a good nights sleep.  Suddenly I had a lot to look forward to.
 
Next Chapter:  The Boy Scouts drop in, and a nocturnal visitor returns.