"So my cheerleader daughter is a lesbian? This sounds like some fantastical story you'd find online -- mind you, not one of the smutty sites, but one of the classy ones."

Erika rolled her eyes.

The whole room slanted even more steeply with the vertigo. He wanted to tilt his head to compensate but knew that it wouldn't really help. Closing his eyes wouldn't do anything but make his parents think that he was ignoring them.

"I - I - you don't know what it's like!" Eric wailed, "I had to do something!"

Tears blurred his vision

"Mmmm?" Dr. Barts sounded interested. "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was... different," Erika admitted, "But I was drunk when I did it."

"Relax, I don't smoke it all the time. Just occasionally.”

Erika took a drink of her fuzzy navel, then looked around in alarm, the music which was almost shaking the house was now gone.

“Good.” Eric had to work to keep himself from sighing.

“She a good kisser?” Mr. Martin asked opening the fridge behind his son.

You know what my Uncle Will would have said?”

“No.”

“Every adventure starts with your first step and a whistle on your lips.”

“Guys, you've all wanted a peek up these skirts and if you are on the squad, you get to peek daily,” she smiled.

The guys in the student body cheered and whistled at that.

“I'm sorry, Samantha,” Jake squeaked loud enough for those nearby to hear.

Tricia released his privates. “Now let us finish our lunch in peace.”

Flashbacks of the lake at camp erupted before his eyes as water enveloped his head and torso. He flailed about and came up sputtering.

“Your hair looks nice,” he commented.

“Thank you, your friend Sasha did it… And the answer is still no. I will not let you go unless Dr. Barts advises otherwise. Stop buttering me up.”

“What about my feet?”

“In heels, you don’t do a lot with your feet. You just shift your weight or take baby steps.” Tricia demonstrated.

“Oh.”

“Rope. Lots and lots of rope.” Skyler smiled.

“Talk about having your own personal flotation devices.” One of the girls laughed.

“Did you know that Foxglove is a poison?” Krystal said aloud for the other cabin to hear, “No wonder their cabin is full of bitter, jealous girls, no other cabin would want them.”
 

“Come cuddle?” Tricia asked from her cot.

With out pausing, Erika changed course and padded over to the blonde’s cot. It would be easier to fall into Tricia’s bed than it would be to climb up into her own. She lay down and pulled the covers over her. Tricia turned in bed and spooned with her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tricia asked.
 

“I don’t think I could ever see you as ‘the plague’ again,” Victoria said with a grimace. “It’s too bad Erika can’t join us at school.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re really fun to hang out with.”

“Alright Columbine, off to the showers, quickly. Let me talk with Erika.” Phoenix ordered, dismissing them. “Go on.”

Eric slumped and sat down hard on Samantha’s bed as the others grabbed their things and headed off to the showers.