“We’re up” they each reply in sync. Ah I can almost feel the power flowing through my veins…I’m kidding, but I am quite proud. I turned round to Spencer’s pouting face. I smile and place a gently kiss on her lips, before continuing to my room to finish changing…of course Spencer follows, she always watches me change now. She’s a hoot to strip for, believe me.

Me being a trainee and all, I’ve been given this old camp uniform. It’s one of those ones that you see in the movies; shorts that reach up to your chest and long socks and a plain navy blue polo shirt with the camp logo. Like hell I’m going to where that getup, no chance. I’ll wear the polo, but I’m sticking to my flashy short, shorts. Spencer agrees, and if it’s got Spencer Carlin’s stamp of approval, then it’s good to go.

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So yeah this ‘free’ day is something that happens every two weeks during camp. That’s all I’ve been told by Spencer, I’m sure she’s holding back some on some information. She has that look in her eyes, so I know that I’m not going to be happy when everything is laid out on the table during breakfast this morning.

For the record people, I’ve made sure that ‘my’ group has not been late for breakfast since I was first given my trainee position.

Here we are; all seated in our usual places at our table. Evelyn and Katie are openly holding hands and ogling each other, its sickly sweet…and yes I am jealous. I want nothing more than to show Spencer my affection openly.

I was actually just about to make a conversation with said blonde, but my attention was stolen by some fool tapping my shoulder…turning round I identify the fool to be none other than Glen Carlin. I look at him confused, before seeing that Arthur was standing happily beside him.

“Hey, hotness. How are you this fine morning?” Ewww, why is it when guys wink, they manage to make it look like a twitch. Spencer winks perfectly, seductive and cheeky combined.

“Hi. I’m good thanks.” I can’t be rude, especially with Arthur within hearing range. “What can I do for you?” I ask with my best fake smile. Spencer’s hand sneaks it way on to my bare thigh, giving is squeeze. I know that’s a sign of her being unhappy with the current situation.