Chapter Seven

It was early in the evening, around about half seven, and everyone was gathered on the front porch, either standing or sitting at the tables. In front of them all was Paul, dressed in a red shirt with a dark green polo-neck t-shirt underneath along with dark navy blue jeans and brown Blüchers. Ginny wasn't by his side at that moment because she was getting changed back at their cabin for Paul was about to announce to everyone that if they wished to go out for the night on the town, they should say so.

"Okay, people. Today was fun and games, right?" He was answered with a bunch of "Yeah, yeah" and "Oh sure" as he continued, "I like to start you out slow, ease you in. Tomorrow, we'll get serious. Anybody who wants a last night on the town, now's you chance."

At that mere mention of going out, half of the counsellors had their hands raised up high, including Ted and Chantelle.

"Okay, who else? We only have two cars." He asked before seeing Sandra and Jeff raising their hands, "Oh and by the way, our wanderers have volunteered to stay and watch the camp. Isn't that nice of them?"

Sandra moaned and rested her head on the palm of one of her hands, sulking now that she wouldn't be able to have a little fun before the work really started tomorrow. Jeff let out a disappointed huff before returning to the food. Terri, who was sitting next to Sandra, turned on the bench to face them and replied, "I think I'll stay too. Muffin may show up."

Scott, who'd taken his seat next to Jeff and opposite Terri, stretched his arms up in the air, hearing a slight click in one arm, smirking in Terri's direction, "You know, I'm pretty tired. I think I'll stick around too."

"Well, I'm gonna go change, you guys. Are you sure you won't be coming, Vicki?" Chantelle asked, climbing out of her chair between her best friend and Mark, "We gonna have so much fun, I'm sure you won't be able to remember it in the morning."

Vicki, who had her eyes on Mark, who in turn had his eyes facing forward, looked at her best friend and eased her down gently, "Eh, no thanks Chantelle. I have something else in mind. You go and have fun, you deserve it."

Chantelle, who followed her gaze to the young, strapping man in the wheelchair, winked at Vicki, "Oh…well, I shall leave you to it. See you later Mark." And then she was gone, back to the cabin to change into something more comfortable and ostentatious to perhaps stir a man or two to her side.

"Yeah, see you Chantelle."

"Hey Mark, are you staying?" Vicki asked enthusiastically, hoping that she didn't sound too excited for him to catch on. He didn't.

"Yeah," he answered apathetically, "Nothing spoils a party faster than a drunk in a wheelchair."

"That's bullcrap!" Vicki exclaimed a little too loudly, "Err, if you want we can go together if you want. I know I said I wouldn't go but I will if you want to?"

She could see that Mark appreciated what she was offering but sadly declined, "I appreciate that Vicki, but I'm in…training."

"Then I'm staying too."

"Suit yourself."

At that moment Ginny returned from getting changed and certainly turned a few heads as she walked past them. Paul, who had noticed her a few seconds earlier, could see why they were all staring. She was clothed in a white tube-top that hung nicely around her chest and waist, showing off her slender mid-riff, tight blue jeans that showed off her nice legs and high-heeled boots that tapped loudly against the floorboards of the porch as she met up with Paul.

"Trying to make me feel jealous, huh Ginny?" Paul asked, wrapping his big arms around her waist, embracing her, before lightly touching her lips with his.

"Hmm," Ginny moaned in their kiss, "Who said anything about me making you jealous? You just can't admit that you're just a little domineering." She beamed him a perfect smile before tip-toeing to kiss him chastely on the lips.

"So, are you ready to go?"

"Are you buying?" She asked, pulling away from their embrace.

"Sure."

"Then you've got a deal." And with that, Paul took her hand into his and both walked out of the porch, up the small hill to Ginny's car.

Behind them Ted was leaning against the table Jeff and Sandra was occupying and clicked his fingers, "Got the keys, man?"

Paul and Ginny were leading the troupe in the Volkswagen beetle while Ted, Chantelle and the others were following shortly behind in Jeff's truck screaming to those left behind, "Take it easy! Have fun! I'll have a Jack for you!"

"See you later!" Mark called out from his wheelchair, with Terri and Vicki waving them off beside him, as Jeff came up behind them and shouted, "Bring back my truck in one piece!"

Once they were out of sight Terri stepped down the small steps and started down the small path that led to the shore, calling to the others without turning round, "I'm going for a walk."

"We'll wait up for you, all right?" Vicki called back, following Mark, Sandra and Jeff back into the house while Terri's footsteps disappeared into the night. A few seconds later, the porch-lights were turned off and left the front enveloped in darkness with only the full moon's luminosity for light.

Out of the blue, a dark shadow of what appeared to be a rather tall person, walked gradually in the direction of where Terri took off on her little 'walk', the ground underneath them crunching beneath their feet. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)

It felt to Terri like she'd been walking for miles and hours but really, it was probably only half an hour, and she found herself treading back toward the shores of Crystal Lake. To Terri, it was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen in the nineteen years of her life. The dark water was still, not a movement could be seen. The Moon shone brilliantly overhead, cascading the area in a warm, white light and dancing along the surface of the water along with the glittering stars doting the night sky. However, what was missing from this idyllic scene was a boyfriend, someone to hold her in their arms and tell her how much they loved her, lightly kissing her neck before turning her around and locking her in a passionate kiss that would sweep her off her feet…

God I need to get out more! Terri thought to herself as she continued to stand beside the water and stare at its unique tranquility. She thought she heard something moving behind her, turning herself round to look behind her but seeing nothing amongst the trees. She stared back at the water again until she heard the noise again, twisting her body round to look behind her again, "Muffin?"

Meanwhile, Paul, Ginny and the others had reached their destination, a quaint little bar about five miles from the training facility with music blasting from inside. The two vehicles managed to find some parking spaces before the troupe climbed out, the people in the truck shouting out loud, "Here we are! Alright! Everyone, get out for some beers!" Subsequently, they all erupted in cheers and laughter as they all raced, except Paul and Ginny, into the bar.

Back at the facility Terri was still eyeing the beauty that was Crystal Lake at night before looking behind her one last time, seeing nothing but trees and darkness. Pretty sure of herself that no-one was watching her Terri grabbed a hold of her pink, long-sleeved crop-top and pulled it over her head, flinging it to the side, not really caring where it landed. The cool breeze whipped around her nipples, and they hardened fast as she bent over to pull off her trainers before untying the string that was holding up her sweat-pants. Now completely naked she hugged herself as she slowly waded through the shallow water until it was deep enough for her to swim out. The cool water refreshing against her hot skin.

Inside the lodge Mark and Jeff were busy arm-wrestling at the same table Mark had used several hours beforehand. At the side of them Vicki was cheering on for Mark while Sandra watched unenthusiastically from her seat on the stairs, a evident bored look on her face.

"Come on, Mark. Come on. You can do it," Vicki cheered, watching the two men trying desperately to pin the other's arm down, both their biceps pumped to the max. But just as Mark was about to pin Jeff, the slim blond used his other arm as well to win the game.

"Hey! Cheater!" Vicki spat at Jeff who was raising his arms up in the air to celebrate the win before shaking it off with a smile and putting his it back down for another round, "Okay, okay, okay. Two out of three."

At that time after Jeff and Mark had locked hands to start the match again, Sandra had gotten off her seat on the stairs and walked gracefully over to the trio before sprawling herself on the table between Jeff and Vicki, a smirk evident on her face, "Hey Jeff, don't wear yourself out. You wanna wrestle, come with me."

With a proposition like that, how could Jeff refuse?

"Later, scooter. 'Night Vicki," Jeff smiled as he allowed Sandra to take his hand and pull him along, disappearing up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, their footsteps shuffling along the floorboards.

Now that they were alone Vicki turned her gaze back to Mark after watching the doting couple disappear and grinned at him, "Wanna take me on?"

"Sure. Have a seat." He gestured to the chair Jeff had been sitting in just a few seconds ago. Jumping out of her seat and onto the one opposite Mark, Vicki crossed one leg over the other and shook her head when she saw him resting his arm on the table, ready for their upcoming match, "I only want your fingers." She said with a smile, his face furrowing in confusion.

"What?"

In an instant Vicki turned on the chair and picked up two electronic games from the sofa, placing them in front of Mark on the table, "Take your pick. They're Ted's. It's okay with him."

Taking the two games into each hand, Mark pondered on what one he should play, "Well, there's football and hockey. Which one do you prefer?" He asked with a crook of his brow.

"The one with the puck." Vicki replied in a more seductive tone in her voice than her usual one.

"You mean hockey?" Mark answered, who couldn't help but gulp down the invisible lump in his throat, watching as she grinned, "Is that what it's called?"

Feeling his cheeks flush a little and hoping to God that Vicki didn't notice, Mark put the football game down and started up the hockey one, "Okay. What do you wanna play for?"

"Position."

Mark couldn't help but smile back at an already grinning Vicki, who had swapped her legs over and was leaning against her elbow on the table, her other hand on her hip. He knew automatically what she meant and blushed a little when he felt a slight flutter of butterflies in his stomach.