Camp Sunnyside
Copyright© 2026 by Paige Hawthorne
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - “No men. No clothes. No worries!” The newest project in Sausalito, Mississippi was a semi-luxury nudist resort called Camp Sunnyside. The brainchild of Darlene Pellerin, manager of Miss Kitty’s strip club, the safari-tent retreat was an invitation-only resort. The invitees? Young men and women and their Mothers. Sunnyside would soon become one of the most innovative, most daring projects, in that little town’s history. (Unedited.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Mother Son Brother Sister
Twenty years ago, in Sausalito, Mississippi, Kate Broussard opened Miss Miss Kitty’s. The first, and still the only, strip club in town.
The reactions ranged from outrage to curiosity to intense interest from many of the men and boys in town. Back then, every church railed against introducing this kind of open sex into the mainstream.
The original eight dancers (called strippers back then) were brave enough, or desperate enough for money, to take the plunge. Over time, the Miss-Kitty surprise wore off. The joint was immediately profitable, and most of the critics eventually became resigned to the new reality. A mantra — “A job is a job” — played well in the blue-collar town where money was often tight and well-paying positions were scarce.
Flash-forward to today. A job at Miss Kitty’s was now aspirational, prestigious even. The new manager, 15-year-old Darlene Pellerin, now had a waiting list to get on the waiting list to be hired.
But Miss Kitty’s was also a pioneer workplace that had made significant changes to the ethos of that little town of 10,000 folks.
Sausalito was unique in its Cajun culture, in its fierce independence, and in its laissez-faire attitude toward life in general. It had a built-in sense of pride at how isolated the town was from the rest of Mississippi. Only one road in and out to the north —- André Previn Boulevard.
It was bayous and swampland to the east, to the south, and to the west.
Unfortunately, its very isolation was both a positive and a negative. High school graduates didn’t have all that many career options in town. As everywhere, the brighter lights of the regional cities beckoned them.
In addition to Miss Kitty’s, the other largest employer, besides Sausalito General Hospital, was the laid-back Cajun restaurant, Contrary Mary’s. Also managed by Darlene Pellerin. These two establishments were two of the largest taxpayers in town.
Dancing at Miss Kitty’s had morphed from an economic-driven necessity to a coveted, even admired, position. Which meant that the town’s attitude towards sexual proprieties had evolved significantly over the past 20 years.
For example, the annual Miss Sausalito Contest had featured bathing beauties for over a hundred years. It had always been based purely on appearance and sex appeal. No talent portion, no aspirational speeches about ending world hunger. The national feminist movement didn’t have much of an impact in Sausalito. But, as Kate Broussard, then Darlene Pellerin, began pushing the town’s tolerance levels, the costumes got skimpier as the contestants grew younger.
And, the event became more popular than ever.
Then one year, Kate had the five finalists go topless. And, as the age limit was lowered over time to 14, Darlene dispensed with the bottoms too. While there was the usual pulpit-clucking, most of the town not only didn’t object, but took some pride in the civic bravery of the naked contestants. And, of course, many, if not most of the audience reveled in the pure sexuality of the pageant.
Next, the Sexiest Mom Contest followed suit — full frontal nudity. If there had been any surprise at the announcement, it was in the fact of how many ‘normal’ Sausalito mothers cheerfully signed up.
When Darlene announced the first Mr. Little Sausalito competition, the town would have been startled if the little boys hadn’t been completely naked.
Similarly, and, again, over the years, the waitresses at Contrary Mary’s became younger, and their outfits more revealing. The little 14-year-old Cajun waitresses now wore only a tiny thong with the word CUNT in vertical letters. Day-to-day business increased.
When Darlene introduced local mothers as waitresses on Mondays ... well, she waited only one year to have those Monday Mamas go fully naked.
And that was after the City Council voted to make the town swimming facilities clothing-optional.
By then, Sausalito had become so conditioned to public nudity, that the only negative comments came from the fundamentalist churches. And that tsk-tsking was relatively muted. The preachers knew that they could shout from the rooftops as loudly as they wanted, but it would have mostly a zero effect on the local activities. And on Sausalito’s acceptance of what once would have been unthinkable.
Indeed, as Portland, Oregon championed “Keep Portland Weird”, the local motto here could well have been “Keep Sausalito Sexy”.
Marie Guidry, a determined young girl from the Cajun Bayous had worked hard, and worked smart. While she was employed full time, she earned both a college degree and an advanced one from law school. By operating mostly from behind the scenes, she maneuvered and manipulated the City Council into doing her bidding. Once she was elected to be the new City Attorney ... well, she had gained considerable control over Sausalito.
When Marie left for California, she turned the reins over to her more-than-capable younger sister — 14-year-old Eulalie Guidry.
As with the town’s growing acceptance of overt sexuality, the residents had become used to seeing one Guidry girl, then the next, making most of the critical civic decisions.
To Sausalito, it was simply a logical changing of the guard.
And, that attitude prevailed as Kate Broussard began turning more and more responsibility over to her own mentee — Darlene Pellerin. Hardly anyone in town was surprised at the almost seamless transition. Nor did they even blink as she consolidated her control over the dancers, the waitresses, the stage mothers, the wannabe performers.
Simply put, 15-year-old Darlene Pellerin was now running a lot of the pussy in Sausalito.
Eulalie Guidry tried to return to Sausalito from New York City, where she now lived with, and worked for, a renowned international conman, Chase Windsor.
During his first sojourn to Sausalito, Chase admitted to Eulalie that he had underestimated the impact that Miss Kitty’s had had, and was still having, on the town.
But then Chase became fully committed to the idea that Sausalito was becoming a sexual laboratory where he and Eulalie could experiment. Could push, cajole, insist ... on bolder, and more overt sexual activities.
During one of his rare visits accompanying Eulalie, they met with Darlene in Contrary Mary’s. The little thong-covered Cajun waitresses would have been excited to see Eulalie, but the famous Chase Windsor as well? Zowie!
Knowing full well Chase’s appreciation of young stuff, Darlene had little Chloé Bardot wait on them. The three leaders sat in the last booth on the right, in the very back of the restaurant. Chase and Eulalie were facing the front of the house.
Since cheeseburgers and twice-fried shoestring potatoes were the only food items on the menu ... well, Chloé swiftly placed the three red mesh baskets on the table and smiled, “Anything else, Mr. Windsor?”
Even at 14, she was way older than Chase’s preferred age, but she was so youthful looking that she could easily pass for 7 or 8. Short and slender, with a perfectly flat chest, and softball-sized butt, Chloé was one of Darlene’s superstars. The most popular waitress in the joint.
Darlene winked at the little girl, “Lose it.”
“Acourse.” She casually slid her thong down and smiled widely at Chase.
“Very nice.”
Darlene teased him, “Tempted?”
Chase smiled, “You know it.”
Eulalie spoke up, “But he’s more interested in Chloé’s little sister.”
Darlene, “I’ll introduce her to you.”
Chloé giggled, “I’ll tell Mama,” and sashayed away, twitching her little butt.
Then the table side chatter turned to business. Sausalito business.
As he often did, Chase let his protégé run the meeting.
Eulalie, “Darlene, we’re very pleased with you, with your progress.”
“Thank you.”
“But our concern is that you have too much talent for Sausalito. We know that other towns, other ... entities have been recruiting you.”
Darlene had learned the value of silence from Kate Broussard. She just nodded.
“So we have a proposition for you. One designed to encourage you to stay on, to continue pushing the town in the directions that all three of us want.”
Darlene spoke evenly, “All right.” While she wildly respected Eulalie, she was no longer in awe of the ferocious young girl.
“Kate in now fully retired. She’s more than comfortable with the way you’re running Miss Kitty’s. And now, she’s planning on traveling. Traveling the world.”
“Okay.”
“Darlene, you’re about turn 16. Stay on, keep working for Chase and me, for five more years. Then, the day you turn 21, you’ll own a 51% share of Miss Kitty’s.”
“Huh.”
“Now, you can’t take official ownership until you turn 21. Then we can transfer the cabaret license and the liquor license over to you. But until then, your earnings will continue to grow. Just as if you were officially owing a larger percentage with each passing year.”
Eulalie and Chase both appreciated that Darlene took her time. “Let me ... give me a day to think about it. And I’ll let you know before you leave.”
“Deal. Now, knowing you ... we figured that you had some new plans for Sausalito. So, tell us — what’s your next step?”
Darlene smiled and leaned forward, “It’ll call for an initial investment — around $19,000.”
Eulalie smiled back, “Tell us all about it.”
Chloé, svelte, nude, and graceful, replaced the food baskets with fresh margaritas on the rocks. As flat-chested as a little boy, she could have passed for one with that pixie haircut. Until the gaze traveled down to that tiny slit.
Darlene had learned, learned well, from Kate, to prepare for meetings with Eulalie. To have the facts, the budget, the plans, the demonstrations all in order. Double and triple-checked.
Darlene smiled, “Overview. I’m initiating a new program — Mom Appreciation Time.”
Eulalie nodded, “MAT, I like it already.”
“All mothers in town are eligible. This time around I’m including those who have daughters as well as sons.”
Chase, “What’s your thinking?”
“I’ve been so busy grooming moms with sons, and only them, that I’ve overlooked the influence I could be having on young girls. Should be having. I want them growing up seeing mama naked, seeing mama in sexy situations.” She smiled, “And seeing their brothers too.”
Eulalie nodded, “So they’ll grow up preconditioned to think it’s ... normal. Then, when motherhood comes calling, they be more prone to become more active.”
“Exactly. So what form does this Appreciation take? First — a free makeover — tip-to-toe at Wendy’s. With before and after photos.”
“Clips of which will eventually go to their sons and daughters.”
“Of course. Then I’ll divide them into groups so they can enjoy the City Pool at dedicated times — moms and kids only.”
“Think many moms will actually take their kids?”
“We’ll have a decent showing — the package includes Wendy’s, the pool, and free dinner and drinks at Mary’s. Plus, access for the moms to watch the Saturday morning show at Miss Kitty’s.”
Chase, “They’ll feel a swimming pool-obligation since they’ll be receiving about a hundred-dollars worth of freebies.”
“Yep — I’m confident that I’ll have at least 40 takers. But that’s only the start. The next phase will be Camp Sunnyside.”
Darlene unrolled an architect’s rendering showing five large safari tents mounted on wooden platforms. A large hot tub in front. An outdoor kitchen, and a bar. There were massage and picnic tables, chaise lounges. Outdoor showers open to view. Only the separate toilets offered any privacy.
She said, “Eulalie, do you remember the old Lafitte property? That was supposed to be a little housing division built there, but then the old man died?”
“Of course ... west of downtown. It’s ... what? Around four or five acres?”
“Five and a half. I drew up a rental agreement with the grandson. I’d have an option to buy if the project takes off. Here are the numbers.”
Chase glanced at the spreadsheet, absorbed it almost instantly, and sat back. He was more than comfortable to let Eulalie decide whether to invest in Darlene’s newest project.
Darlene smiled, “It’s a continuation of the Moms Appreciation theme. Mothers and their children. We’d offer a totally free nudist package for an entire week. Accommodations, all meals, drinks, massages ... everything on the house.”
Eulalie looked up from the budget numbers, and smiled back, “The key word I heard was nudist.”
“Exactly. It’s not clothing optional like the town swimming pool. But since no men are allowed ... well, I believe that some, probably many, of our target mothers will be comfortable enough to enjoy a weeklong vacation in the buff.”
Eulalie ran a finger down two financial columns, “This would our upfront investment. The safari tents, hot tub, furniture, kitchen, bar, showers, toilets.”
“Yes, and this column shows our ongoing operating expenses — mainly just food and drink. My Miss-Kitty girls will do the cooking and bartending for free. Wendy’s girls will do hair, makeup, massages ... also free.”
Chase spoke to the core ingredient, “And the children’s ages?”
“For now, 14 through 17, boys and girls. Of course when Eulalie lowers the age limit ... well, then I’ll go as young as she’ll allow.”
Eulalie, “I love the concept. Mama and kids stark naked for a week. No privacy.” She looked at Darlene, “But you have more than that in mind, right?”
“Of course. I’ll have spontaneous sex shows put on by my dancers. I want these moms to see their kids watching plenty of live finger-fucking and pussy-licking.”
Chase smiled, “And vice-versa.”
“Exactly. I want the little darlings to see their mommies get flushed, heated up. I’ll go slow the first couple of days. But by the end of the week ... well, anything goes.”
“Eulalie, “What about hanky-panky between your dancers and the moms? And the kids?”
“That’s an unknown. I’ll ease into it, see how the mothers react to a friendly pass. A nipple tweak. But I’m hoping by the end of the week ... well, it is something I’ll play by ear. Of course, I’ll start with massages.” She smiled, “Mom takes a quick shower, maybe soaks in the hot tub, then a soothing massage. Rinse and repeat as the margaritas flow.”
Eulalie, “How intimate will the massages become?”
“Again, I’ll play it by ear. But, the later the hour...”
Chase, “Hidden cams?”
“Inside the tents, with visible ones everywhere outside. But, by the second or third week of new families, I don’t think I’ll need to keep anything hidden.”
Eulalie, “Your primary target? The mothers of course.”
“Sure. The kids are easy. The trick is to keep the moms comfortable enough to gradually escalate the activities.” She pointed to the center of the architect’s rendering, “This is a projection screen. I’ll loop clips of the Satuday-morning boys jacking off at Miss Kitty’s. The Sunday-morning pole-dancing girls. Little snippets from the ‘Son-Fuckers’ movie.”
Eulalie nodded, “Background normalization of what once seemed extraordinary.”
Chase smiled, “It’ll work on those mothers subliminally. Constant boy-erections. Little girls getting it on with each other.” He turned to Eulalie, “I like it.”
“So do I. Darlene, that’s a green light — go ahead and kick it off. You’re probably already selected your first five families.”
“I have.” She handed them a list. Darlene knew how much they valued preparation. “The mothers I’ve chosen aren’t the wild ones. I wanted to start with a challenge.”
Darlene announced Camp Sunnyside on theShannon Saysmorning talk show on the next Monday. TheSausalito Chroniclecarried the news on its front page.
But mostly, news spread through social media and word-of-mouth.
The target audience — mothers — were encouraged to look at it as an all-expenses-paid vacation. Time off from work, from household chores, from grocery shopping, other errands. But, mostly unsaid, time away from their husbands.
The mantra — “No men. No clothes. No worries!” — was drilled into the town’s psyche. The ‘no clothes’ provision was purposely buried between ‘no men’ and ‘no worries’.
But, in fact, Darlene wasn’t all that worried. She understood that the only real concern wasn’t the nudity. It was being naked in front of her sons. And that was a concern to some. Not necessarily a dealbreaker, but a consideration.
It would have been easier for Darlene to kick the program off with low-hanging fruit. With mothers she knew she could convince to spend a week in the buff. Even with her kids camping with her.
But Darlene, being Darlene, wanted to impress the town. She had preselected five mothers who, while not prudish, were hardly the boldest ones around.
Darlene understood Sausalito. Understood that the Sunnyside launch would be all the more impressive if the first five moms were among the more conservative ones in town.
First, she had marketed the Camp as a refreshing getaway. Leave all your cares and woes behind. Be waited on. Free meals cooked by someone else. The beverages of your choice. Languorous hot tub soaks. Soothing massages. More beverages. Gummy bears and blunts available.
No worries, no clothes, no men.
Word spread, as it does in small towns, instantly. By Monday afternoon, teachers were talking Camp Sunnyside up. Phones were ringing, texts were zapping back and forth.
Sausalito had evolved so far these days that the nudist factor wasn’t the most discussed. It was all that pampering, all that luxury. And, it was all free!
True, a lot of mothers would have been even more excited if it were a moms-only week. Or even moms-and-daughters. But, it was what it was. And that was enough to make Camp Sunnyside the talk of the town.
Step One was to register your interest online. Over 170 moms leaped at it that very first day.
Darlene was a little disappointed, but not really all that surprised, that none of her five target moms had taken the plunge.
Sissy Vitrine, 31. One daughter, one son.
Camille Melancon, 33. Two sons.
Evangeline Bergeron, 30. One daughter, one son.
Fleur Comeaux, 29. Two daughters, one son.
Noelle Guillory, 28. One daughter, one son.
Five middle-aged women. Six teenage boys, five teenage girls.
The old Lafitte property, overgrown and weedy, had only one access road. An unpaved path, hardly even a street. When Camp Sunnyside opened, Rémy Thibadeux, the Chief, would station a guard to prevent rubberneckers.
For now, for demonstration purposes, Darlene had had one safari tent erected on a wooden platform raised a couple of feet above the ground. It was large enough to accommodate 12 people easily. The hot tub had been carved into the platform in front of the tent. It would seat 10 or 12 comfortably.
In addition, Darlene had had the outdoor showers and enclosed toilets installed. The pipes were laid for the open restaurant and bar as well. It had been more efficient to do all the plumbing and electrical work at the same time.
She would wait to erect the other four tents and to build the bar and cooking areas until she had done a few weekend test runs at Sunnyside.
Darlene Pellerin had announced Camp Sunnyside on a Monday. She waited until the following Monday to invite her five target mothers to join her for dinner at Contrary Mary’s. She knew each of them, and, of course, everyone knew Darlene.
She set up a special round table out on the deck. She had chosen Monday because her Monday-Mamas would be waitressing. In the nude, as usual. Darlene had felt it appropriate to have naked flesh on display when discussing a nudist weekend. And, the waitresses were close in age to the guest-mothers.
All five had been to Contrary Mary’s many times. And, all of them had been there on a Monday, so the open display came as no surprise.
Darlene had decided to take an open approach with these relatively conservative ladies. None of whom exhibited the least amount of discomfort as Marie Benoit, large, swaying breasts, full, bald pussy lips, served the first round of drinks.
It was Contrary Mary’s, it was the Monday-Mamas.
Darlene, “Girls, I’ve decided that I want you — you five — to be our first guests at Camp Sunshine.”
While the announcement was more or less of a surprise, none of them had been shocked.
Fleur Comeaux said, “Why me? I mean, why us?”
The other four regarded Darlene with interest.
Darlene smiled, “Several reasons. First and foremost, you have kids.”
The five nodded — no surprise there. Darlene and her mother/son fascination. Although in this case, daughters were also involved.
“Plus, you’re still young and attractive and sexy. But let’s start with your kids. How many of you have seen clips of your boys at Miss Kitty’s?” Naked and masturbating.
Only Sissy and Noelle blushed a little as all five raised their hands.
“And clips of your daughters pole-dancing?”
Another unanimous showing of hands. Well, four of them — Camille had two sons, but no daughters.
“Okay, how many of your daughters have seen you naked?”
The four voted in the affirmative.
“And, your sons?”
Only Camille responded. “Louis hasn’t. But ... well, Beau ... he’s a sneaky little bastard.”
“Oh?”
“He ... in science class ... he ... he fixed up some kind of ... uh, periscope thing. An’ our roof is flat.”
The other four moms were both understanding and amused. Camille seemed torn between resentment and a grudging admiration for her younger son’s ingenuity.
Darlene, “Okay, girls, I’d say you’re pretty typical for Sausalito. In fact, a little more conservative than many of your friends. And that’s another reason I chose you. It’ll take a little more daring on your part, a little more gumption to be naked in front of your sons.” She winked, “And you all know how I enjoy pushing the envelope.”
No argument there.
“So here’s my proposition — this weekend, Friday night, Saturday, Saturday night, Sunday — I’ll treat you to the first ever Camp Sunnyside experience. Just you five, no children, no husbands. Just a mom’s getaway, no obligations, no costs, no clothes, no chores.”
That was well received. Sissy, however, wanted some clarification, “Sounds wonderful. Dreamy. But ... um, what all would be involved?”
“Just show up, girls. Friday afternoon, Wendy will give each of you a makeover. Then, it’s drinks, dinner, dessert, massages from Wendy’s girls, soaking in the hot tub. The same for the rest of the weekend. No husbands, no kids, no worries.”
Five instant commitments. Excited laughter and babbling chatter. The idea did, indeed, seem dreamy.
The five of them met, after work that Friday afternoon. They were giggly, excited, a little nervous ... but more than ready for their adventure. It was around 5, so there would still be almost four hours of daylight left.
The Chief of Police himself drove them to the camp in a squad car. Darlene had wanted to subliminally reinforce the message that this was an official, Sausalito-approved outing. Although she knew that the chief, Rémy Thibadeux, had been having a fling with Sissy Vitrine since long before she married Pierre.
Sissy was easily the prettiest of the five moms. A petite girl, the top of her head barely reached the chin-level of her 14-year-old son, Oliver. She was pint-sized, but very shapely. And, as Darlene would soon learn, she had the tiniest pussy lips of the bunch. In fact, in much of the town.
Darlene had been confident enough that she hadn’t bothered to show up when they arrived at the resort. She’d check in on them the next day, but she wanted their initial compliance to occur without her presence.
Wendy, accompanied by two of her Korean assistants, had them undress first thing. Their clothes, all of them, were hung in one of the lockers beside the outdoor shower. Not only were the girls immediately separated from their outfits, the clothes were, symbolically, out of sight.
Even though the late-afternoon sunlight wasn’t as bright as at noon, the Korean girls immediately began rubbing sunscreen on the guests, one at a time. Wendy told them, “This is a high-SPF — 30-plus — containing zinc oxide.” She smiled as Sissy Vidrine sighed with pleasure as four hands gently massaged the lotion into every nook and cranny of her petite body.
“We’ll be applying it every hour on the hour during the day. You girls just relax and let us pamper you.”
Thus, almost from the first minute, each of the five mothers had had her entire body, including breasts and pussy, caressed in public. It would soon become the norm. And would begin to feel natural.
Next on that first Friday afternoon, two of Ray-Ray’s little video gals took over, “Okay, girls, we’ll shoot some before and after videos for Darlene’s library. We’ll start with a group shot, then do you individually.”
It was so sudden, so matter-of-fact than no one thought to even hesitate. Suddenly they were posing naked. It was the first time for four of them, although Camille Melancon and her girlfriend had snuck some shots of each other a year or so ago.
Then, Wendy and her assistants, began working on each girl, one at a time. New, completely new, hairstyle. Subtle makeup. Legs shaved, pussies freshly bald. Three girls, for the first time. In the end, they each had a much shorter pixie cut. Different, a little unsettling at first. But, gradually, they began to realize how flattering the new dos were. And, the girls began bonding over their shared experience.
By now any lingering sense of modesty, let alone embarrassment, had long faded. They loved their new look, and posed cheerfully, even eagerly for the ‘after’ videos.
“Fluff up your nipples, Vangie.”
Evangeline Bergeron, “Huh? Oh, acourse.”
“Noelle, hop up on that massage table — you know what we want to see.”
Giggling, cheered on by her pals, Noelle Guillory, for the first time in her life, leaned back on her elbows and showed everything off. She was blushing a little, but felt a jolt of pride too. Pride for being daring, pride for her new look.
Vodka tonics loosened them up even more. Steaks were sizzling on the outdoor grill. As the sun began setting, overhead lights illuminated the scene. Soft, flattering lights.
The girls seemed to glow. It was as much psychological as physical. Being away from family and cares. Being pampered. And, as happened with Darlene’s dancers, her Monday Mamas, her Sexiest Moms contest competitors, the Sunnyside girls began to feel part of a team, of an exclusive community.
A sorority of very fortunate, completely naked, totally pampered girls.
When Darlene showed up the next morning ... well things would become progressively more and more intimate. But that initial Friday evening was a good start. When Ray-Ray’s little video gals applied the next round of sunscreen — four more hands caressing them intimately — none of the girls even questioned as the pussy-applications took a little longer.
By the time dinner was served, each of them had had her pussy stroked by four different girls. And it had felt as natural as ... as trying on swimsuits in department store dressing rooms.
Sausalito had evolved over the past 20 years. Had matured. It was not exactly unconcerned with the gradually emerging sexuality of the town, but there had been an acceptance that seemed to come a little easier with each new escalation. As was exemplified by the town’s attitude toward both Miss Kitty’s and Contrary Mary’s. Public nudity in both places. Live sex on stage.
It had been sort of like the proverbial frog in a pot of room-temperature water. The frog doesn’t notice the temperature getting hotter and hotter.
So, when Darlene Pellerin announced Camp Sunnyside, no one was all that surprised. That it was a nudist resort was hardly news.
“Typical Darlene.”
“Darlene and her focus on moms.”
“Moms and kids.”
Okay, the inclusion of daughters as well as sons was a slight course adjustment for her. But it followed her overall theme — get family members naked in front of each other.
In fact, much of that family stuff had already become the new normal, so Camp Sunnyside was perceived as ... as a treat. A fun getaway. As most people understood the concept, the resort was a low-key, consensual lark. After all, everyone who attended, well, every mom, had volunteered. Whatever they ended up getting into for Darlene ... well, no harm, no foul.
On that first Friday evening, one of Ray-Ray’s little video gals had quietly, subtly, become the camp counselor for the girls. The de facto leader. The young moms, finding themselves not only in a completely new environment, but naked ... well, they gradually became influenceable, even without the presence of the formidable Darlene Pellerin.
Missy Champlain clapped her tiny hands once, “Okay, girls ... ground rules.”