Triangle Sailing Camp 11

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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TRIANGLE SAILING CAMP

Chapter 11—The Homecoming

By, Running Bare

Finally! We stood on the bow watching Marblehead Harbor come into sight, and, yes, we were naked as the day we were born. I don’t think any of us even thought we had clothes of any sort available to us. We didn’t stop in Rhode Island on the way back so we just accepted that the girls’ families would be at the dock when we landed.

As we approached the dock it was apparent there were throngs of people waiting. The sudden urge to cover up returned as we saw the waiting crowd from the distance. After all these were people who knew us and for some reason it renewed our desire for modesty.

“Sean, you get the bow lines. Joey, you take care of aft.” Stoddard commanded.

I don’t know about Joey, but my reaction was “Oh shit, I’m naked and having to man the bow lines meant I’d give the whole group the initial eyeful. Truthfully, I felt the mechanics of an erection becoming engaged. I mean my mother and father and sister were waiting there. My friend Tony and his mother might even be in attendance. That wouldn’t have been as bad as it seems though as both of them had seen me naked many times. That said, the thought occurred to me Cindy and her mother might be seeing my package live for the first time. I kept telling myself the photos that were sent to them during the trip told the whole story, but they really didn’t. Cindy had never been able to touch my penis or scrotum in a photograph, and now, who knew what my parents were going to allow. Besides, I couldn’t get the gist of their reaction when viewing the photos, but now I would see it live. I just found myself wishing my boner would subside, but we were only a hundred yards from the dock and I doubted that was going to happen by the time I had to jump off with the bowline in hand.

A few moments later and we were in earshot. I could hear the combination of laughter, cheering and applause. I also heard, “Oh my gawd, the boys are soooo tan. Look at them they’re brown from head to toe.” If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn it was Mom who noted that.

One of the teenage girls said, “Check out the boners. They are so cute.”

I jumped from the bow to the dock trying not to look for anyone. I was hoping ignoring them would temper my embarrassment. But, hell it’d been months since I saw my family and I couldn’t help but look. I couldn’t see either of my parents nor my sister and was about to jump back on the boat when I heard my mother call out, “Sean, hey, Sean, over here!” I glanced to the right of the gathered crowd and there she was. And what to my wandering eyes should appear Cindy and her mother rushed in behind her. Having my penis hard as a rock, I tried in vain to cover. Needless to say the inevitability of my naked presence was already moot. They’d all seen me.

Stoddard made us gather on the aft deck in our “at ease” position—legs spread and hands behind our backs. “You boys will form a receiving line at the top deck of the dock. You will stand just as you are now and allow the friends and relatives to look at, feel and photograph whatever they want. When the crowd has finished walking the receiving line, the Captain will release you to your parents after a short address. Is that understood?”

“You mean we have to let them feel our dicks and balls? I mean even here?” Joey was challenging Stoddard.

“Listen, young man, you are mine until the Captain releases you to your mother. Keep up the attitude and we will have an open demonstration of belt driven discipline for all to watch. Got it? You will do what I’ve told you or you will get the belt, right here, right now! Go ahead, Joey, make my day.”

Joey mumbled something to me, I didn’t hear what it was, but I’m sure it was a retort to Stoddard. She didn’t hear him either, thank God. I had no doubt, and I’m sure neither did he, that she would make good on that whipping if he didn’t cool his jets.

“Now, let’s take you all up to the parking lot so we can have the reception. Remember, if any of the girls or I catch you covering up, Angie or I will spank your balls with the strap, even if your mothers, fathers, siblings or friends are there to watch. Keep your hands behind your backs at all times. Girls, grab your boy’s penis and use it to lead him up the ramp and into the parking lot. Captain Carolyn will meet you up there and show you where to stand.”

We walked up the ramp with each of our keepers tugging on our erections. The sight must have been found amusing as we heard chuckles and laughter as we passed the crowd. There were many statements to the effect, “I can’t wait to do that to him.” One creative observer, a woman, said, “Grab them by the balls and their hearts and minds will follow.”

At the parking lot we were positioned facing the crowd in front of a podium where the Captain was standing. We all assumed the required stance without objection partly because we’d get our asses whipped if we didn’t and partially because we were finally home and about to be transferred back to what we hoped was a friendlier environment.   Our dicks were as stiff as ever and pointed out toward the crowd. Cameras clicked and the crowd mumbled various observations.

The Captain started her remarks. “It’s been a long summer. I’m sure you missed your boys and girls but now they’re back. We have accomplished much. We return your little boys much less slaves of modesty and more comfortable with their nudity. This is important for boys. They shouldn’t have any modesty. Your girls have learned they shouldn’t have to play second fiddle to any male.   Allowing them to humiliate their boys and participate in their discipline has shown them they are every bit as powerful as any boy.

“On top of all those benefits, the kids have had the opportunity to taste many different cultures. The thousands of miles we travelled gave them some rather eye opening experiences. These eight have been places most adults have never seen and done things most adults have never experienced.

“Before we left, you parents had to sign contracts with us. We’ve accomplished our obligations for you, now we will have you embark on your end of the deal. Just as a reminder the two most important things for parents of boys is to keep them nude as much as possible. Remember humiliation and embarrassment are key to keeping them in line. And, should they cross a line, use a belt liberally on their naked backsides. These things are critical and are an obligation on your part under our contract.

“For you parents of the girls, remember to allow them opportunities to supervise and direct boys of all ages. Empower them with a belt to use as they feel necessary. Let them grow with the understanding they are all powerful in their relationships with their brothers, boyfriends, and boys they babysit. Insist whenever possible boys be naked and accessible to their whims. It doesn’t matter if the boy is their age, older or younger. Empower the girls. They are way more mature than boys of their age.

“Please notice your sons and friends standing naked before you. Their tans are even. Their penises and scrotums are every bit as tan as their chests, as are their anuses. They all are sporting erections thanks to a little blue pill they were required to take. We present them here for your viewing, touching and photographic pleasure. Shortly, all of you—parents, siblings and friends-- will be invited to explore the boys’ bodies anyway you wish and they will allow it.   You want tug on their stiff members, go ahead. You want to feel their sacks and the contents go ahead. You want to insert your fingers in their anuses, go ahead. Just be thankful when and if you do, that the girls here have given each of them an enema prior to coming to port.”

That brought a lot of laughter from the crowd.

“In short, their bodies are your bodies. Miss Stoddard, you ready?”

Stoddard took to the podium. “I just want to thank you for such wonderful kids. I have to admit I did have a rush when I had to whip the fire out of one of the boys’ asses, but hey. I did enjoy marching them around busy cities and small towns completely exposed. I do like the tattoo’s I think some of you noticed when they were pulled up here. Really, it’ll be hard for them to forget this summer.”

She got that right.

“We are going to have the receiving lines form in front of each boy. If you are here for one in particular, we’d ask you to line up behind his/her parents and other family members. Moms and Dads, sisters and brothers are first in line. Grandparents can fall in next, then the general public. When you greet your boys we welcome and encourage you to feel their boy parts as a part of your greeting. You are also encouraged to make them pose for your photos. Just tell them how you want them to stand, sit, lay down or whatever for the pictures.

“Refreshments are provided under the tent to the left over there. Following the reception, parents may check out their kids at the table the Captain and I have set up just outside the tent. Let the celebration begin.” She raised her hand and people assembled in long lines in front of each of us. I could see Cindy and her mother three people behind my grandparents. Her presence was the most embarrassing. My mother grabbed me and hugged and kissed me. Dad followed suit.

My eleven year old cousin Susan, who my parents had brought with them, was a bit more standoffish in her approach giving me one of those brief hugs preadolescent relatives are noted for. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t take her eyes off my rock hard penis as she backed off. My sister had much the same reaction, but her hug was more genuine. As she hugged me, she fondled my package and whispered, “I guess I’m going to get to do this a lot now, huh?”

Mom then said, “Well let’s have a look at those tanned little boy parts.” She pinched the tip and examined the urethral opening by squeezing the tip and making it open. Then she ran her hand down the shaft and gently cupped my balls. “My you are really good looking, if I do say so myself.”

“I wanna feel.” Susan barged in. Mom moved out of her way and Susan immediately began exploring my penis and ball sack with her fingers. Though she was careful she certainly did some all encompassing fondling.

Dad, who moments before hugged and kissed me, hadn’t fondled my genitals. But he had patted my ass. “Looks like you got yourself a nice tattoo while you were gone—very colorful.   I kinda like it.” Susan was still playing with my erect member and Dad asked, “Susan, you ever feel a boy’s penis before? You sure look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Sean’s is really neat. It’s longer than those other boys. His sack is kinda interesting too. You really can feel his balls in there.”

I couldn’t believe this was an actual interchange between my obviously horny cousin and my Dad. I mean it was just a couple of months ago this kind of activity wouldn’t have been tolerated by him or by Susan’s parents. But to make matters worse, I heard some other familiar voices as they made their way toward the tent. It was my maternal grandparents.

Grandma gently cradled my dick and mentioned, “It’s been years since I’ve been able to do this to my favorite grandson. I just want to revel in the moment.” Then she gave me a peck on the cheek and welcomed me home. Grandpa shook my hand and winked at me.

The most embarrassing moment was when Cindy and her mother were facing me. There was no shyness on her part. She was latched on to my boyhood almost immediately. She too pecked me on the cheek all the while strangling my erect penis with her right hand. She said, “I missed you this summer!” Who said there’s no such thing as puppy love? Her comment really made me take note. I felt grown up. My mesmerized gaze was interrupted when her mother tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey, let go. You gonna let Momma have a turn?”

Cindy released my penis allowing her mother some fondling time. She actually pulled it in an effort to turn me around for a better look at the now famous tattoo. Running her finger over the design she remarked, “Such a smooth, tight, bottom and now very colorful too! My, my, my you are beautiful Sean. I can’t wait til your mom sends you over to our house.”

What went through my head at that point was, “Here’s a grown woman who is making a point to feel and make comments about how beautiful a preteen boy’s penis, scrotum and ass are. There’s something wrong here. What about all the adult rhetoric about ‘private parts’ and the faux indignation about child nudity? It is all bullshit. They’re all loving the display.”

For some reason Tony and his mother didn’t come. When I asked about him, Mom just said his mother had to work and that she and Tony would have me over for a weekend sleep over. Of course she made it clear I’d be naked the whole time so Tony’s mom could curb her curiosity.

As I settled in with my family and others who’d come to greet us, we were ushered with our keepers to grassy area. Seems they wanted the official camp photograph(s). “First let’s have the boys.” The lady with the camera started to pose us, “I want you all to face the parking lot and bend at the hips a bit so the tattoos are showing here,” she posed Joey, then she pulled me to a point where I was bending slightly toward his butt, then Georgie and finally Jake. “Turn a little this way. We want your peepees in the pictures, too.” We shifted toward the left a bit so our hardened appendages were peeking from the side as well. Then we had the head on classic picture of us in the parade rest position with our hand behind our backs and legs spread. “Come on, boys, smile. You’re home!” she coached.   Then she introduced the girls to the photos. The first shot was with the girls standing behind us, their faces over our shoulders and arms around us cradling our ball sacks. There were others of them squeezing our appendages, some with belts in hand as they stood beside us. One she made us bend over again and had the girls swing the belts over their shoulders as if they were preparing to whip us. Finally, there were photos where we were flanked by Stoddard and the Captain.

Finally, we were released to go home.

As we walked to the car, Mom asked, “Did Angie really give you an enema this morning?”

I indignantly replied, “Yeah.”

My sister and cousin began giggling at the thought. Grandma chuckled and Dad and Grandpa turned their heads away to share the amusement of the interchange.

“Good, I didn’t want any surprises on the car seats. I was going to have you sit on a towel, but I guess that won’t be necessary now.”

The leather seats were very hot to my bare bottom as I was told to join the girls in the far rear seat. Mom and Grandma were in the second row. Dad, of course, drove and Grandpa rode shotgun.   I nonchalantly placed my hands in my lap covering any view of my genitals. That is until my sister complained. Both Mom and Grandma turned to look.

“Sean, I thought you guys were trained not to cover up.” I immediately moved my hands and spread my knees as wide as possible with the crowded accommodations. “That’s better. Girls you can touch whenever you want.” Susan didn’t even wait for the invitation to be fully expressed when she’d grabbed my penis bringing it back to full erection. There was a momentary argument as she and my sister vied for touching privileges. Mom stopped them by telling my sister that Susan only had the day to play and I’d be there for her all the time.

“Mom, am I going to have to be naked all the time?” I was actually tearing as I asked.

“Well, not alllll the time. I mean you’ll wear shorts and shirts to school and church, and if we go out to eat, but pretty much all the time you’re at home you will be.”

Grandma spouted, “And, when you’re at our house you will be ALLLL the time.”

“Miss Gillette wouldn’t allow you to come to school naked. But, we will be sending you in short shorts all year long. No underpants either. Oh and your Daddy and I had to fight for her to discipline you with a belt to your naked backside, but she finally agreed.”

Grandpa responded, “That’s a surprise. I thought they were only allowed to paddle covered bottoms. And, that was up for discussion because of some whimpy parents.”

Dad jumped in, “No. Miss Gillette had to seek the permission of the school board to do him our way. At first we thought we’d have to go in and do it for her, but the board relented.”

“Shit, you must know someone. Finally, we’re seeing the old fashioned methods worked better than what they’ve got now. Back in my day, she wouldn’t have had to ask permission. She’d have been able to just say ‘strip’ and you’d do it. If you didn’t, you’d be dead. Your parents would have beaten you like nothing, taken you back to the school naked, and told the principal or teacher to whip the fire out of your already burning ass. They didn’t have a whole lot of trouble with kids back then.”

“Not today. The do-gooder parents are in control.” Dad shook his head in disgust as he considered his remark.

Grandpa grinned and said, “Shit, back then a boy was proud of a good ass warming. It was a badge of honor. The other boys were always in awe of the kid.”

“Yeah, well now they just go crying to home and the parent becomes unglued with the school.” Mom interjected. “But not us. We want her to tan his ass good whenever he needs it. Didn’t Miss Stoddard or one of the girls whip you boys when you were out of line?”

I just nodded. It seemed like the conversation might have been a bit more pleasant like “What did you boys do on the trip? Did you learn about boats and the sea?” But nooooo, I had to listen to my parents and grandparents beat their chests over beating the boys’ asses. Of course I was oblivious to my newly acquired habit of sitting with my legs spread wide apart to offer unobstructed access to my penis and testicles. The posture was not unnoticed by my sister who suddenly grabbed my now flaccid penis.

“Soooo, that’s what it feels like when it’s soft!” The car broke into laughter, all except me that is. Her contact was enough to change that softness to hardness in a matter of thirty seconds or so. “Oooohhhh, there is goes again!” Again more laughter. “I can’t decide whether I like it hard or soft though.”

Imagine my surprise when my grandmother, of all people, joked, “You won’t wonder when you get a few more years under your belt!” I was totally embarrassed by my hardened state and then my grandmother’s remark.

“Well, you and your friends will have a long time to find out. He’s going to be naked all the time when he’s not in school and he might as well be on your toy shelf because you and your friends can do whatever you want to him.” My dad added.

I guess I got my answer.

“Can I punch his balls?” the little smart ass asked.

“Well, you and your friends can do what you want except hurting him. So, no! punching his testicles is off limits unless we tell you you can.” Mom answered. “But you can rub them and feel them whenever you want.”

“What about pulling his wiener?”

“Young lady we need to start using more proper terminology. Let’s act like we are mature. And, yes, pulling his penis is perfectly acceptable.” Mom considered the situation I was in “mature”? What? Call the body parts by their proper names, but forget about covering them? Go figure! “So is inserting your finger in his anus.” At that point I was thoroughly confused. Those kinds of things were mature?

“Why can’t you just tell her keep her hands to herself? Why do I have to stay naked all the time?”

“First of all, you are a boy, you have nothing to hide. Second, she needs to learn about boys’ bodies as do the other little girls she plays with. Third and most importantly, I like to see your naked backside and boy parts and I think they’re cute enough to share with others. Last but not least, I’m your mother and I’ve decided to keep you naked. When you grow up enough I’ll let you decide whether to be clothed or bare, but until then remember I like the scenery.”

“Yeah, but when will that be?”

“I’ll tell you what I wouldn’t plan on it happening before you go to high school.”

“HIGH SCHOOL? Come on, Moooommmm. What happens when I get hair down there? That happens before high school.”

Grandma returned to the fray, “That’s why we’ve got shavers. You get any hair there or on your pits and it can be easily removed. I don’t know about your mother, but I want to keep you my little boy for as long as I can.”

The rest of the ride was uneventful. I just sat quietly while my sister and cousin took turns molesting me. Occasionally, Grandma would rub my penis, ball sack and the inside of my thigh. Funny, but I truly think her intention was to calm me. Yeah, like that would happen.

When we arrived home, there were neighbors waiting to greet us—me. I’m sure they were there to inspect my package and see the naked boy. I say that because who do you know has a neighborhood welcome party when he comes home from scout camp? How many neighbors are waiting when you come home from summer camp? There must be something motivating the reception. No wait, could it be that I was nude? DUH!

The next day my mother suggested I ride my bike to Tony’s house. She was sure he and “his mother” wanted to have me stop by. I wasn’t ready to expose myself to folks in passing vehicles and the route had me riding along and/or crossing some fairly busy streets. I just wasn’t ready to do that.

She called and Tony, his sister Sarah and Mrs. Johnson came to the house. Immediately my best friend hugged me, and unconsciously patted me on the ass. I must admit he reacted to his automatic ass pat with a bit of a startle. He had the look of “I can’t believe I just did that”, I just smiled and gave him the “it’s okay, Dude” nod. After all he’d touched more than my ass on previous sleepovers. Guess he was super sensitive because he’d never done that in front of our parents before. Seriously, he and I were the only ones who seemed to notice.

His mother and sister followed with hugs. Surprisingly, Sarah’s was a momentary shoulder hug but her eyes were cast on my midsection.

I was uneasy about being naked in front of them only because any other time I was naked in front of the Johnson females, so was Tony. Not this time though. All three were visually glued to my genitalia. “My, my, my, you sure are brown, Sean. Would you look at how tan he is!   Look at him Sarah. I wish I’d sent Tony along with him.”

“I don’t,” my friend replied.

Mrs. Johnson took me by the arm and coaxed me to turn 360 degrees as she took it all in. Then she cradled my ball sack and finished off by stroking my now stiff penis.   “Wow, who’d have thought his boy parts would ever match the color of the rest of his skin. You know I’d always wanted to make the boys go out in the sun nude, now I think I will. Geeeezzzzz, he’d be a beauty at the beach. Imagine the attention he’d get.”

I was getting tired of her rhetoric. I was especially tired of her manhandling my body. That comment drew my attention to Tony. I wondered if he caught the hint in her remark. But, it appeared he was too busy watching her play with my junk.

“Sarah, come over here and give your second brother a feel. I think he’s grown this summer.” She looked to my beaming mother. “Don’t you think his penis is a bit longer than it was when he left?”

Mom grinned and replied, “Oh, I don’t know. I guess it might have grown a little. Listen, I hate to be a party pooper, but Sean’s sister has to be a swim practice in a half hour. Why don’t you just take Sean for the weekend so he and Tony can catch up?”

“That’d be great. Hey, naked boy, grab your toothbrush and we’ll head out to the car.”

A few days later, I was compelled by my mother to go to Cindy’s house. When she dropped me off for what was to be a full day and evening visit, I was greeted by her mother’s camera, her naked little brother, and Cindy herself. Simon wasted no time feeling my stiff dick. He was brutal. I was yanked, twisted and contorted by the little shit. All the while he giggled. Finally, I slammed his balls and he stopped. I was criticized for doing it and promised the belt when I got home.

All in all it was an interesting visit. I was completely at ease while Cindy massaged my penis and ball sack. Not so at ease when I had to play with Simon’s little stiffy for the sake of “remembering these days.” Hell, how could I forget? Mrs. Taylor actually coached the little brat to put my penis in his mouth, not that I hadn’t had it sucked before by one or the other crew members I went to camp with, but nobody’s mother, much less girlfriend watched the action. I was okay with it until Mrs. Taylor told him to bite it. The little shit did. I thought he was going to chomp my glans off. A quick punch to his groin did the trick.

Let me point out another one of the highlights of my first few weeks was Mom insisting I go to soccer practice. Frankly, I had decided to quit soccer because of my situation. She assured me that she and the coach had reached an agreement. I would practice nude but during matches I had to wear the team’s colors. Mom met him half way on that agreement, so I was not allowed to wear any under garments. Hey, I could live with that. The shorts were baggy, but they were long.

The first practice session was embarrassing as hell. The only real relief I had was when Tony’s mom picked me up for practice and Tony was sitting there in all his naked glory. She did it. Just like Mom had told me, Tony’s mom was going to follow the same plan. Tony’s eyes were still red from crying. He was definitely embarrassed. But this was the first time I felt a certain amount of relief. I wasn’t in this alone. “Sean as long as you are required to stay nude so is Tony. That should help you deal with it. He just has to do it without that neat butt decoration.”

The other boys began to tease us. Many of them quickly copped a feel of our stiffies. The worst was the comical attempts to punch our balls. A couple of them connected and brought us to our knees before the coach stopped it. Then amazingly the tattoo got their attention and they fingered it. “Hey, man, cool. Did it hurt?” And the questions broke loose as did the curiosity. “Why’d you get it on your ass?”

“It wasn’t my choice. I had to get it there. If I had the choice, I wouldn’t have gotten it anywhere.”

All the attention to my tattoo drew attention away from our junk. It didn’t do much to dissuade the smiles, whistles and cat calls of the parents and kids who were waiting for their sons and brothers to finish practice. I must admit those people only got to watch and laugh as our teammates fondled and punch our boy parts. Most did bring cameras though and they used them.

When I went over to Joey’s for a visit, Mom picked up Tony as well. Tony didn’t know Joey, but I was anxious to get them together. When we arrived at the Gordon home, Joey ran out to greet us. I can still see his penis flopping to and fro as he ran across the front lawn. He leaped onto me just hanging there with his arms around my neck. I finally understood the tendency to give an affectionate pat on the ass and did so. The kid was so excited to see me.

As we walked to the house I could see several “leftovers” crisscrossing his ass cheeks. It was very apparent within the last day or so he’d really felt the bite of someone’s belt. When the three of us were finally out in the yard alone, I felt comfortable enough to inquire. “Got your ass beat already?”

“Yeah, Mr. Wilkes, he lives over there,” he pointed across the street. “Well, he came over and whipped me for my mom. She wanted me to go with her to visit with her friend and I didn’t want to go. I begged her not to make me go. They got three girls and I think the oldest one is a lot like Julie. Anyway, I begged. She said, ‘no, you’re going and you’ll let those girls do whatever they want to you’. Well, I guess the f word came out and I yelled at her. She called Mr. Wilkes and asked him if he’d whip me for her. Shit, he was at the door within thirty seconds with a belt in his hand. What is it about beating our asses that get adults so excited? Anyway, he whipped me and my mom watched. Before he left she mentioned she might need his ‘services’ again. He was excited about doing it whenever she wanted. And, you heard that our parents got the principal to agree to make us strip naked and use a belt on us too didn’t you?”

Tony who’d been just listening spoke up, “Yeah, my mom and dad did that too. I guess it’s the three of us.”

To break the solemnity of the conversation I offered, “Hey maybe we’re just the groundbreakers. Maybe every boy will be stripped and beaten with a belt in a year or two. Who knows? We might be pioneers into boy punishment methods.”

We all laughed, but down deep we all knew too well the trauma that awaited us when school started that next week.

Eventually, Tony, Joey and I began to be recognized as “those naked boys” around town. My penis got some rest as I became more acclimated to my almost constant state of nudity. Eventually, the fondling lessened but the picture taking didn’t. Thankfully, neither Tony’s mom nor mine nor Joey’s ever filled the prescriptions for the boner pills. Mom said she preferred my erections to be worked up naturally.

Funny thing though, a couple of weeks later two more boys on the soccer team joined Tony and me during practice. And, on more than one occasion, one or two of us was sporting stripes or bruises on our asses. But, only two of us in our town sported the now famous tattoo. To this day I look at that damn thing, in the mirror, and smile about all these memories I’ve shared with you and even more I didn’t. And, should I ever have a son, I think I’d see if the Camp was still available.

(The End)