A Little Fun with the New Girl

“S o, fellas,” Rory said, counting Andy and Jed in her ranks, “ready for that swim now?”

“Nah. Some other time. It’s getting late.”

“Right. We g‑g‑gotta go.”

“Not so fast. It won’t kill you to have some fun, you know, seeing as last summer you said Clarence practically works you to death in that kitchen. So how ’bout it? You don’t have to strip her. Just take her for a swim. Hell, she says she’s not that strong, could probably use a little help coming in from the floats–especially if that big old snapping turtle bites her feet, say, or her boobs.”

Jessica led a round of giggles and arm slapping.

“Quiet.” Rory wasn’t looking for levity. “So whaddaya say, boys? I’m giving you a chance to be heroes.”

Don’t just stand here. Move! I ordered myself. Do something. Scream. But my feet stayed glued to the sand, and my voice deserted me, like the girls who had disappeared in the name of support.

Andy turned from the group that closed in on me again. “Let’s go, Jed.”

“Hold it, you two,” Rory said. “You’re worried about losing your jobs? Well, go ahead and leave then. Ruin our little initiation and see how fast they boot you outta here.”

“Wh‑whaddaya mean?”

“Come on,” Andy said. “We’re going.”

“No, w‑w‑wait. Wh‑whaddaya saying, Rory?”

“It’s simple. You leave, I’ll tell everyone you raped our new friend. Raped her right here on the beach and made us all watch. See how long you’ll keep your jobs when Mr. Becker hears that.”

“That’s enough.” Andy again. “Come on, Jed.”

“B‑b‑but–”

“Don’t worry.” Andy pulled Jed’s arm. “When we tell Mr. Becker what really happened, we won’t be the ones in trouble.”

“Jesus H. Christ. Even you can’t be that stupid, Andy.” Rory’s light found Andy’s face. “Who the hell do you think he’ll believe: two local‑yokels, one who can’t even talk worth a damn, or campers whose parents pay big bucks to send them here? You leave now, and we’ll see who gets in trouble when we tell Mr. Becker what you boys did to poor, little Amy, especially when he hears it from his very own daughter.” Rory spotlighted my cousin. “Right, Robin?”

Say no, Robin. I tried to loosen the words, which caught in my throat. Tell her you won’t lie. Tell her to let me go, Robin.

My cousin studied the sand. Why wasn’t she helping me? Sure, we were as different from each other as our parents were. But still, we were family. How could she not try to save me?

“Okay.” Rory’s voice stayed hushed. “Let’s start again. You pot‑scrubbing twerps get your sneakers off. You’re going in. And you, Amy Becker, drop the robe. We’re running out of time.”

I clutched my robe tight and looked at Rory’s gang, heads

down. None but Rory and Jessica watched as Rory’s light played on my body. “Do it, Jess.”

Jessica tugged at the robe.

“No. Stop!” Andy called out.

“Shut up or you’ve already washed your last dish,” Rory said, forgetting to whisper. “It’s showtime. Get that robe off her, Jess.”

“Let’s go, Jed.”

“Maybe he wants to stay,” Rory said. “Maybe I’ve had it all wrong. Maybe he’s the smart one.”

“I’m leaving.” Andy started off slowly, inviting Jed to follow.

Rory offered a different invitation. “Wanna undress her, Jed? Have a little fun with the new girl? A wicked good time?”

Jed watched Andy go, then tracked the beam from Rory’s light to my robe. Time froze while Jed considered.

Run! Now! I told myself, but my legs didn’t listen.

“No. Andy’s r‑r‑right. B‑bye.”

“All right, girls. Glad none of you are as stupid as they are, walking away when the fun’s about to start.”

Rory and Jessica ripped off my robe and tossed it toward the lake. I crossed my arms over my chest.

Rory’s flashlight settled on my underpants. “Well, lookie here. Amy’s got panties on. Now how can she go skinny‑dipping if she’s not naked?” The light arced from my underwear to my crossed arms and back down. “Get ’em off, girl.”

My throat closed. I choked as I hugged my shoulders.

“Oh, let her swim like that,” a camper from Bunk 10 piped up. “She’s embarrassed enough.”

“You shut up or you’re going in too.”

“Come on, Rory,” another girl said. “Just throw her in with her panties on. What’s the big deal?”

“Jesus! You cowards should’ve gone with Erin’s group. Would’ve given me more to look forward to when I punish those chickens.”

I squeezed my knees together.

“Take ’em off, Amy. I’m tired of playing with you.”

“No!” My cry forced itself out.

“Shut up. Someone’ll hear you.”

Finally I found my legs. I kicked off my flip‑flops and ran, arms still crossed on my chest.

“Grab her,” Rory ordered.

They wrestled me to the sand.

“One more move and you’re dead, Amy Becker.” Rory’s fingernails scraped my skin when she yanked down my panties.

“No!” I lowered my arms, tried to hide my crotch from Rory’s light.

“Cover her trap, Jess. And keep it covered.” Rory hurled my underwear toward the lake. “The rest of you, pick her up.”

Only Jessica moved, slamming a hand over my mouth. The back of my head dug into the sand.

“Let’s go. I told you to pick her up. Now!”

They pulled me to my feet, unclenching my arms. My tears flowed as Rory’s flashlight played peekaboo with my breasts, my groin. I squeezed my knees tighter. Don’t cry. Don’t feel.

“Time for that swim,” Rory said. “At last. So two on her arms and two on her legs. Robin, you’re legs.”

Robin and one of her bunkmates grabbed my ankles and lifted me while Rory’s light fixed on my crotch. “Want a good look at your cousin?” Rory asked as she slithered between the girls at my feet, inching Robin over.

No answer.

“Come on, Robin.” Rory kept her light on me as they carried me toward the lake. “Didn’t you and Amy ever play doctor, you being family and all. So how ’bout a little game now?”

“No.” Robin’s voice was a whisper. “I’m… I’m not into girls.”

“Well then. We’ll just see what action you whip up with the Saginaw boys.”

They hauled me to the end of the dock. The cold air pressed my body as they lay me on my back. Wooden planks rammed my spine. My nipples stood like pencil erasers. I tried to roll onto my stomach, to escape into water.

“Don’t even think of it,” Rory said, setting her flashlight down and grabbing my ankles. “You’ll go in when I say so.”

I folded my arms across my chest again, squeezed my knees as hard as I could.

“Okay. Now. Do it, Jess,” Rory said, freeing my legs.

Jessica’s hands were clammy on my shoulders. I hit the water before she could shove me, let the lake take me alive.

^{Chapter 6}

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