Jack was the baseball instructor for Camp Wanamaro. As a
specialist, he enjoyed perks the regular counselors didn't, like more
time off in the evenings and less time with the crabby kids.

Linda was the new gym instructor. Although the first thing Jack
noticed about her was her gentle laugh (he had his back to her at the
time), the second characteristic that caught his attention was her
fantastic body. At 5'7", 110 pounds and a 35-23-34 figure, she was the
epitome of feminine athleticism -- supple, firm, graceful. Her short-
cropped blonde hair reminded him of Peter Pan, but there was nothing
boyish about the rest of her.

Linda was 21, finishing her degree in Physical Education at York
University in Toronto. Jack discerned that she was bright as well as
pretty. The similar nature of their specialties helped them become
friends. Once in while they would go for a walk, but he was a bit
threatened by her attractiveness. Linda was out of Jack's league and he
was content just to chat with her. Jack did not have a great self-
image, even though he knew he was a good physical specimen and had a
brain and a sense of humour. Still, when it came to women...

Three weeks into camp, the owner threw a party for the staff. He
hired a bus to take the group to a local pub for food and music.
Everyone looked forward for the chance to get away from the kids and
unwind.

The staffers were decked out in their (relative) finest. For many
that meant clean jeans and only slightly dirty t-shirts. Most of the
time everyone wore shorts or bathing suits, so it was a bit strange to
see them with "clothes" on.

Jack picked out Linda from the crowd. She looked splendid in a
pair of semi-snug pale blue jeans and a white gauze long- sleeve shirt.
She smiled at him as she passed on her way to the bus. He could smell
her freshly laundered skin and hair as he cursed himself for being such
a coward.

The party went from 9-11:30, which gave many of the younger staff,
drinking for the first time, ample opportunity to get smashed. Jack and
Linda sat with a group of older staff and chuckled over their
colleagues' pie-eyed behaviour. Linda and Jack danced a bit (quite
well, they decided) and enjoyed each other's company.

One of the other counselors approached her a few times, wanting to
dance. Mitch had a reputation, too. He was a notorious ladies man, at
least in his own mind. Linda danced with him once but declined future
requests.

When it came time to return to Wanamaro, Jack was one of the first
on the bus, ensuring a choice seat. The rest of the staff soon
staggered on. When Linda got on, she took a seat across the aisle from
him. Jack casually suggested, "maybe you better sit here" indicating
the window seat next to him, "otherwise Mitch will probably bother you
the whole way back." She heeded the warning, squeezing past him onto
the seat. Sure enough, Mitch boarded, looked for her, and glared at
Jack when he saw them together. Case closed.

Several days later the director threw the season's first camp
social. Linda was there, wearing a sleeveless summer dress. It was
strange to see her in such attire, Jack thought, after days of sweats
and shorts. It was a nice change.

Toward the end of the social, with only the senior kids in
attendance, Linda asked Jack for a dance. By that time, most of the
kids were sitting outside the rec hall, bored, wanting to return to
their bunks. The two specialists went around while the DJ played some
disco. When the record ended and was replaced with a slow number, Jack
thanked Linda and started to move off. She placed her hand on his arm
and asked "How about one more?" He was a bit surprised but happily
complied.

He put his arms around her slim waist. The room was hot and Linda
was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. She p