Maggie just smiled as she glanced at Donna.  She loved the easy, free-spirited young woman.  Sexy…well, Donna just oozed a raw sexuality and times she was almost jealous.  Donna was low maintenance and Maggie never had to worry about watching over her.  There had been some real bitches as counselors over the years and this year, she had a good solid troupe of girls.<br/><br/>“Damn, Donna,” Maggie quipped with a knowing smile and a wink, “save some that shit for the rest of us.”  She had shared a blunt with Donna on more than one occasion and even fooled around with the luscious flower child when both had been high as kites.  Such soft lips and the most amazing skin.  Whoever was picked to be paired with her was one lucky bastard.<br/>