The camp really did bring back a lot of memories. As she walked the trail on her way to the bathrooms, Callie began to remember the summers she spent with her friends. Her best friends. She had traveled the world now, and all she ever wanted was what she had back then. She could hear their voices as they planned and schemed away at what they would do that summer. Late night swimming, sneaking into the mess hall, pranks played on  the counselors, and just sitting up by the lake or at the docks talking. That was what she missed the most over the years. Talking about anything and everything with people who actually cared. The only reason people cared now was because she was older and coming into her own money. She had learned money and actions got results, and results and money were all that mattered anymore. The friends of yesterday had all moved away and grown up now. She decided a long time ago it was time to put away all the dreams, hopes, and memories of the wonderful time in her life that was like a fairy tale.<br/><br/>His voice really is what snapped her back to reality. She looked the guy over slowly. His body covered with sweat, and his clothing clung to his body. Still he was being polite, and if nothing else nothing else there was still an image to uphold. He wasn’t part of a hostile business or another student at the school where she had to constantly prove she was more callous than they were and would go further in life. With no forced smile, no pretense of being kind, she replied, “Fine. Things are going fine. You, on the other hand, you smell terrible. The work out, I’m sure, did you well, but the showers are in this direction. I would advise you use them and soap at that as well. An all natural one though.” As she began to walk past him, she couldn’t help herself. “And what’s with the cock grin on your face? Do you think all girls are so mindless that an attractive guy who clearly takes care of his body will make us swoon. Ooooooh. Pretty,” she mocked in a mindless, clueless impersonation. “Of all the camps in the world, she had to pick this one. Again. I’m right back here again. She’s torturing me.” She glanced over at him realizing she was speaking aloud. “Sorry. I do that sometimes. Talking aloud. Why am I explaining this to you? You? You’re….,” she put her hands on her hips and looked him over again with a strange look on her face. “Who are you?”