"Stick to Your Principles"

"Eric," Bee whispered into his ear discretely while he and Diana were supposed to be monitoring the lunch room, "Half empty lunch room. Half of the camp is on a trip. That means less perspective peeping toms," she put her arm around his neck, "and Joe is out on business," she winked, "Come for me after curfew. Knock four times."

Bee heard the secret knock. She slipped out of the door, "Hey," she lead him behind her cabin, "Come on," she began kissing him. They were making out, and they didn't care if they were caught. After being told not to do more than kiss on the cheek, this was welcome. Sure they fooled around a little while they were at home, but Bee didn't feel right.

This night, Eric didn't feel right, "Bee—Bee. We can't do anymore! Come on Bee. This is way too public."

She kissed his neck, "Okay."

"You're not stopping."

"I know," she stopped kissing, and just began hugging him, "But how can anyone resist you?"

"The same way I can resist you," he kissed playfully on the lips, "Self control."

"Whats that?" Bee joked.

"Not funny."

"Yes it was," Bee smiled.

"Maybe it was a little bit funny," he kissed her quickly.

Diana pounded on the wall.

"Okay!" Bee yelled at her, "We get it! Jealous!"

"Shh!" Eric laughed.

"You'd better go," Bee suggested. She pushed him away.

He snuck one more kiss, "bye. Sleep well."

>

"Carma,

I have absolutely no self control. I want to be alone with Eric, without any limitations. I'm not even allowed to kiss him on the lips while I'm here. Cheek kisses only. How boring is that?

The weekend totally wasn't enough alone time with Eric for me. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten a hold of Lena (j/k). Then Eric and I would have been very alone. My dad was away on a business trip this weekend, and I doubt he knows now that I came home. I could have done anything I wanted with Eric last weekend, but I didn't. I can't do that kind of stuff in my own house. When we did fool around, I felt like my mom was watching us and shaking her head in shame.

Great news on the Krista front. Good luck with the ex-boyfriend.

Love,

Bee"

>

"If you don't do it, I will!" Carmen insisted, "I have his phone number right here," she took the slip of paper out of her pocket.

"How did you get that?"

"I hacked in to your computer. You really should have a better security question. Something that you don't tell people."

"You what?"

"You heard me. I've got his phone number. I'm going to call him," she picked up the phone and dialed 9 to get an outside line, then she began the phone number, "Hi, is Max home?" she asked the woman on the other end.

"Who is this?"

"I am a friend of Krista Rodman. Krista is right here, but she wanted me to dial."

"Okay. Here he is."

"Hello?"

"Hi, Max?"

"Yeah."

"I'm Carmen Lowell, I'm Krista Rodman's step sister. I wanted to tell you something she is too nervous to tell you," Carmen paused.

"What?"

Krista interrupted and grabbed the other phone extension, "No Carmen, I'll tell him. Max, I'm having your daughter."

"What!"

"That one time. You remember?"

"Yeah," he said guiltily.

"Carmen said I should tell you. I don't expect much, but I thought I should tell you. Bye Max." she hung up.

"You did it!" Carmen said proudly.

"Yeah, I did."

"Congratulations."

>

"Lena,

Is Eric as gorgeous as in the pictures? Is he as nice and nurturing as Bee says? Tell me all the details! I hear you have a guy too. Send a sketch or a photo. I'm sure he is a total hunk. Bee seemed to like him.

You probably know that I'm stuck in a hotel room. Renovations are in full swing. Lydia has given Krista a reprieve, and Krista has finally told the ex-boyfriend. I don't know how thats going to work out yet. I really hope he does the right thing.

Carma."