In article <lf7166t7i57ddqtppisvakojk4s2gsc0v9@4ax.com>, NP-b24 wrote:
> On 9 Aug 2010 18:11:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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> >The Adventures of Stevie #26
> >
> >These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
> >are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
> >been true. LOL
> >
> >My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
> >in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
> >before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
> >friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
> >service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
> >Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
> >fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
> >he isn't here in person. I think.
> >All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
> >that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
> >Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
> >The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> >Stevie is 11 in this story. Summer camp just ended.
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #26 "Last Day"
> >
> >
> >Dear Carlos,
> >
> >
> > The last morning at camp we got up early and had breakfast while some
> >counselors loaded our suitcases on the busses. Then we got on the
> >busses. Chad was on a different bus. Jeremy was still at camp. I missed
> >them already. We drove a long time. It was very quiet, not like on the
> >way to camp. I tried to sleep. I don't remember if I did. We got off
> >the busses at the registration building in the city. Our parents were
> >there outside to take our suitcases from next to the busses. There was
> >no time and place for campers to say goodbye to each other again before
> >we got in our cars and went to our homes. I think we didn't have any
> >goodbyes left, anyway.
> >
> > This is what happened the day before we left, the day after the last
> >bonfire.
> >
> > We all got up very slowly in the morning. The counselors tried to
> >cheer us up. We tried to make them think they did. George cried and
> >fussed and cried and fussed all day. Nobody minded. I think he was
> >surprised we took turns hugging him. We did some camp activities but
> >not very well. Some cabins and campers got trophies they won for
> >things. We didn't. We cleaned up and packed for the trip home which
> >would happen the next day. There was a movie in the afternoon. I don't
> >remember what it was. I don't think anybody else did either. After
> >supper we spent the time packing the rest of our stuff.
> >
> > Harry had his camera out his parents brought him on the last parents
> >day. He took pictures of all of us, and every thing he could waste film
> >and flashbulbs on. Things got more interesting when we were getting
> >undressed for bed. Harry wanted pictures of the who has the bigger one
> >contest. At first the boys couldn't wake up their monsters. George and
> >Harry, and T-Bone and Mac, worked very hard to help them, and then they
> >could. Then everybody went crazy for each other's monsters, grabbing
> >and jerking them in a big pile of arms and and legs on the floor in the
> >middle of the cabin. It looked like a lot of fun. T-Bone was really
> >enjoying it. I was glad for him. He's a nice boy. It helped make up for
> >all the fun he didn't have with his biggest in his old cabin. I could
> >see by Chad's monster he wanted to do it too, and I said go have fun,
> >but he wouldn't leave me all by myself, and stayed on our bed with me,
> >holding my hand.
> >
> > I could see Jeremy's head above the counselor's partition, and his
> >hands resting on it, with a funny hungry look on his face which was sad
> >at the same time because he couldn't be a part of the fun. I think he
> >was sad for me too. Then our counselor came back from his shower,
> >wrapped in his towel. When he was trying to go past the pile of
> >squirming boys on the floor, his towel somehow came loose and fell to
> >the floor, and T-Bone shoved it under my bed. We could see his monster,
> >and it was waking up. He didn't look like he was in a big hurry to go
> >to the counselor's area. Then he pointed it at each of us and acted
> >like he was shooting, and then he danced and wiggled it around a lot.
> >We all clapped at the show. Jeremy's hands were not on the top of the
> >partition any more, but he wasn't clapping. I think I know what he was
> >doing. I hope it was fun for him. I really do.
> >
> > Our counselor went behind his partition. The show was over, but
> >something else happened. The boys started hugging each other naked.
> >They discovered their monsters like to rub against other monsters. I
> >thought that looked like it might be a lot of fun, and I really wanted
> >to try it. After doing that for a while, they all went to bed very
> >tired. Chad wanted us to try the monster to monster rubbing hug
> >together under the covers. I did too, but he said it first. We did. It
> >really WAS fun. Then we kissed and went to sleep that way.
> >
> > Our cabin's last night together was more fun than any of us expected.
> >That was good, but I can't help thinking how much more fun we could
> >have next year at camp. I don't think father will have to order me to
> >go.
> >
> >
> >Your friend,
> >
> >Stephen
>
>
> Great story, Grant - funny, sad, exhilarating, and poignant all at
> once.
>
> Anxiously awating the next installment...
>
> Hugs,
>
> Chad (NP-b24)
>
> "Well, can't he just beam up?"
> "This is *reality* Greg."
Thank you.
I think the next story isn't as "interesting", but it's necessary for
future stories. "Chad" is mentioned in it.
There is going to be a XXXXXXXX involving him soon. Oh, I guess I'm not
supposed to tell you. LOL
I have decided to speed up the posting of stories. At the current usual
rate of 2 per week, it would take a year to post all I have and what I
plan to write. I will try to post on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
That would make it 3 a week, I think. LOL
--
Grant
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