Hello there. Nice to see you again. Been a long time, hasn't it? (cough cough) Oh my god, I HATE beyonce's Naughty Girl. That's what's on the radio right now. I think it's stupid. Then again, never been a fan of hers. Oh well. Anyway, what am I doing here?? Oh yeah. Apologizing for the lack of updating. I will not lie to you. I have had ample time this summer to update. I just………haven't. I went to Florida, and that is one excuse. And I will be going to my church camp (which is the best place in the world) in two weeks, and that is another "future" excuse. But for now, that is the best I can come up with. So hopefully you will forgive me. My birthday is coming up soon, and I will be 16!! I am so excited!! So you can review bunches for me as an early birthday present, right?? Yay!! Okay, shutting up now. By the way, Erin, I apologize for what I am about to do to you and I do not mean it personally, I swear!!

Lindsey woke up the following morning just before the bugle. She was surprised to find Erin, wearing cloud-decorated pajama shorts and a skimpy white camisole, already awake. Erin was sitting on the outside steps, painting her toenails the color of the rainbow.

"Nobody's going to see them, you know." Lindsey advised her matter-of-factly as she took a seat next to the new girl.

"I like to go around barefoot." Erin shrugged indifferently, capping the nail polish container and setting it aside. She wiggled her toes to let them dry.

"Not here, you won't." Lindsey shook her head with a dry little laugh. Erin looked at her sharply. "You have to watch out for snakes and scorpions here. And lizards. There's a really deadly kind of lizard that lives here."

"You mean we're in fear for our lives here?" Erin demanded incredulously. "Well we're not going to stay here, are we?"

Lindsey laughed again. She was really beginning to like Erin. "I'm afraid we've got no choice. Run away and you'll die in that desert real fast."

Erin gulped. "They really thought this correctional camp out, didn't they?" She murmured finally, staring off at the stars.

"Oh yeah." Lindsey nodded. The bugle sounded just then. "Come on. We'll get dressed, get our shovels and breakfast, and then we'll go dig holes."

"Digging holes doesn't sound that hard." Erin declared as they climbed to their feet. Lindsey just laughed at her.

Erin had the hardest time digging her hole. Her hands were dripping blood by the time she finished, and she only finished because all the others stayed behind to help her. It was crowded, with so many people working on one hole.

They returned as a group to the showers. The boys meticulously stood guard while Lindsey took a shower, and then Erin. The boys couldn't understand why the girls couldn't just shower in front of each other, since the boys did. Both girls just laughed at them and rolled their eyes. Boys would never understand.

After they had showered, Lindsey and Erin returned to the tent. Lindsey put on a tight white t-shirt that said CIA (cute intelligent angel) underneath her jumpsuit. (AN. That is the shirt I am wearing right now. I have NO imagination just now.) Erin pulled on a multi-colored tank top that looked like it was made of hundreds of other shirts, all ripped up and sewn back together in little patches. They pulled their wet hair up off their necks.

"Come on, I'll take you to the rec room." Lindsey said, leading the way down the steps and up toward the rec room.

"Why?" Erin demanded impatiently. "I thought you said there's nothing there but broken TVs and radios."

"And boys that you have yet to meet." Lindsey reminded her.

Erin's eyes lit up mischievously. She practically ran into the rec room. All activity stopped as the boys caught sight of their vibrant new companion. Erin left Lindsey immediately and sauntered up to the pool table.

"Can I play?" She asked flirtatiously, batting her fake eyelashes at the boys playing the game. They looked at one another in shocked surprise. Lindsey stifled her laughter.

"Sure." One of the boys finally mumbled, handing her a scuffed pool stick.

"Well, I don't actually know how to play," Erin admitted, peering up at the guy innocently. "Perhaps you could show me how?"

He smiled back at her.

Lindsey slipped out of the rec room and went back to the tent. Nobody noticed her leave because they were so busy watching the new girl.

Lindsey had mixed feelings about not being the only girl at Green Lake anymore. True, she did get the anonymity that she'd always longed for. But she was already starting to miss the boys bowing to her every need, scampering out of her way whenever they sensed she was in a bad mood. She lay down on her cot, trying to push the jealous feelings out of her mind.

The thoughts didn't come back to the foremost of her mind until a couple days later. Magnet had stayed behind to help Erin with her hole, and the others were walking back.

"Sugar, there's something we need to tell you," ZigZag said nervously, fiddling with his mounds of unruly hair.

"What?" Lindsey immediately didn't like his tone.

"You've got to do something about Erin," Armpit spoke up, his face slightly pleading. "She's giving all of us guys in D Tent a bad name."

"What are you talking about?" Lindsey had no idea what they were talking about.

The boys exchanged nervous glances, surprised that she didn't know. Finally, Squid cleared his throat. "Lindsey, Erin has already made quite a reputation for herself here at Greenlake. She's slept with at least one guy in every tent, and she's only been here for a few days."

"She's going to get pregnant a zillion times." Zero spoke up.

"She wears the patch." Lindsey dismissed that aspect with a wave of her hand, her mind preoccupied with the information of Erin's apparent sluttiness. (AN. I want you all to know that the Erin this character is based on is not really a slut. I promise!!)

"She smokes?" Caveman asked in surprise.

Lindsey looked at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. "That's a good one." She complimented him. Then she caught his look of confusion. "Oh my god, you were serious!" She clapped her hand over her mouth.

"What the hell is a patch?" ZigZag demanded. "The only patches I've heard of are the ones that help you stop smoking and the ones pirates wear."

Lindsey rolled her eyes. "It's a birth control patch. I wear one too." She lifted her shirt up to reveal a low area of her hip, where a white patch was on her skin.

"You sleep around?" Armpit asked her in surprise, not realizing the implications of that question.

"Of course not." She said through tight lips. "It regulates your period so that it comes more evenly and less frequently."

"So that's a good thing?" Zero asked uncertainly.

"Yes." Lindsey rolled her eyes again. "So she's not getting pregnant. And I suppose it's a bad thing for her to be sleeping around, but what's that got to do with you? None of you have slept with her, have you?"

"No." They all answered quickly, honestly. Lindsey believed them. She knew them well enough by now to know that they wouldn't lie to her.

"So what's it got to do with you guys?" She demanded as they neared their tent.

"Everybody thinks that we get some every night." Squid explained. "They think that she does it with us so often, we think we're better than them."

"I thought that's what guys wanted other guys to think." Lindsey murmured. She was always learning new things.

"Sometimes, it is." Caveman agreed. "But not when we're being insulted and threatened by the other campers here. Especially since none of it is true."

"I suppose that is a problem. I wouldn't want any of you to get beaten up," Lindsey mused thoughtfully.

"Hey, we won't get beat up!" ZigZag said defiantly. "We'll beat the shit out of any guy who tries to mess with us! We just don't want it to go that far………for your sake, Sugar."

"Thanks." Lindsey said dryly. "All right, I'll talk to her."

She had the opportunity to speak with the new girl after dinner that evening. The guys hurried on to the tent, and Lindsey stopped Erin.

"Hey, take a walk with me." She suggested.

"Okay." Erin shrugged. She was wearing her hair in many pigtails all over her head, so that her hair looked like a volcano range with erupting volcanoes everywhere.

"Listen, I've been hearing some rumors about you," Lindsey said, checking to see that it was true first. "That you've been sleeping around."

"Oh, it's already gotten around back to you?" Erin clapped her hands together excitedly. "Word travels fast here, doesn't it?"

Lindsey stared at her new friend in shock. She could believe what she was hearing. Even when she'd been having sex regularly, she hadn't gone around and paraded it. It was always a shameful thing when people found out.

"Oh come on, Lindsey, you aren't a good girl either." Erin rolled her eyes skeptically. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"If you know it's wrong, then why are you doing it?" Lindsey managed to demanded.

Erin seemed to actually think about the question for a minute. Then she shrugged. "Because it's fun." She admitted.

"But it's wrong, Erin. You are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting the boys here." Lindsey said desperately. "This is the closest they've ever been to a girl, and the way we act is the way they think of the rest of womankind. I've worked hard to give them the image of a hard-working, domineering yet sweet and feminine girl who can protect herself if she wants. A girl who has opinions about things, who's not just a pretty face! And by coming around sleeping with them whenever they ask it, you're giving them the idea that all girls are willing to sleep with them whenever they snap their fingers. They get back out into the real world and try that, and end up raping an innocent girl who just can't defend herself because they think that that's the way the world works."

Erin paused thoughtfully, soaking Lindsey's little speech in. She nodded finally. "I guess I see what you're saying."

"So you'll help me keep up the image that girls can beat the shit out of guys who don't respect them?" Lindsey asked hopefully.

Erin gave in grudgingly. "All right. I'll help you." She sighed wistfully. "Well, it was fun while it lasted." Then she paused. "You know something funny? No matter how many times I came onto the guys in our tent, they always refused me."

Lindsey smiled with pride. "They respect women. They know that you're just doing this for a good time, and they want to have sex with somebody who truly loves them as they are, not just somebody looking for a good time."

"I see your point." Erin nodded. "All right. I'll stop."

"Good." Lindsey smiled. "Come on. Let's go back to the tent. Don't say anything to anybody, just pretend that you got bored with them."

"I can do that." Erin agreed with a yawn. "They are most unimaginative." Then she giggled wickedly. Lindsey couldn't help but smile.

Hey hey!! I know that this was a fairly short chappy, but I had nothing else to put into it. So, I am sorry once more to Erin, because she is not a slut at all!! I just made her a slut for the sake of the story………Okay, well anyway, I have a couple other stories to update so I will shut up now. But you will review for me, for my birthday, won't you?? Okay, great!! smiles luvs hugs and kisses!!