talking to those five kids and then realized they needed to change the camp.”
“They are all foster kids now?”
“Some are foster kids, but a lot of them are from group homes too. They’ve been in juvie, on the street, in shelters.”
I take a drink of my root beer. I really thought they were just foster kids. The Baxter Camp is inviting a world of hurt with some of the kids being delinquents, which explains where the pyromaniac came from.
“We don’t just take anyone who wants to get out of the city or away from their life. Social workers and caseworkers make the referrals. The kid has to have an interest, and some talent in pursuing an art. They must be non-violent, or at least no longer violent, and no danger to themselves or anyone else.”
“The kid who started the fire?” I remind her.
“Well, he hadn’t started fires in a long time. I think it’s more he hadn’t had the chance and not that desire was gone.”
Kids learn early how to behave, what to say and what to do, in order to get leniency.
“A lot of them have mental health issues too, which is why we have therapists on staff as regular camp counselors, and teachers for every art discipline.”
“Sounds like a good place to be.”
“It is.” She smiles softly. “I’m glad it’s there for them. And, I like being a part of it.”
Her face softens when she thinks about the camp. Clearly it is a place she loves. I get what they are trying to do, and maybe they are making a small difference in the kids’ lives. You never know.
Chapter Nine
I had hoped that when he built the fire and laid the blanket out that we’d be doing something other than talking. I can’t help it. I want to kiss him, or have him kiss me, and maybe a few other things. I mean, it is a beautiful night, clear sky above, nearly full moon, calm lake, blanket on a beach, nice fire. A perfect setting for seduction, which I would happily go along with.
After that kiss last night, all I’ve been able to think about when I’m with him is if he will kiss me on the lips this time and if he’s any good in bed. Which is shocking actually. Not the part about having sex, but that I’m thinking about, and wanting to have sex with a guy I barely know and just met. With my last two boyfriends, we dated for months before doing the deed. For me it was the natural progression of where we stood in the relationship and not so much of really wanting the guy in bed. Brett and I are so not even close to being there, but if he wanted to take me back to his place, if he had one, I’d happily go.
Instead, he wants to talk.
Talking is good. We should know more about each other. Heaven knows I want to know everything about him. And I mean, everything.
“So, how old are you, Brett Boy Scout Robak?”
“Twenty-six.”
For some reason I thought he was younger. I just assumed he did his four years at college and then tested for the FBI, and got training there. Though, I have no clue how long that takes, other than I’m sure there is a lot to it. Kind of like going to college for a while. “So, what did you do between high school and the FBI?”
“Right after high school, did two years at the community college, joined the Army and when I got out, finished up my degree. Then tested for the FBI, got in, got trained, got an assignment.”
Whoa, that is a hell of a lot more than I’ve done and he acts like he just did the average stuff after high school.
“My brother is in the Army.” I figured of all the things I could have asked about that he rattled off, this was the easiest.
“Oh yeah?”
“He was taking college classes, not sure what he wanted to do, and not getting the best of grades, then September 11 th happened. Quit school and joined the Army.”
Brett winces. “I got out the year before.”
A glance at him from the corner of my eye. “Did you think about going back in?”
“At first, but I already had my eye on the FBI, so I decided to finish school then
“They are all foster kids now?”
“Some are foster kids, but a lot of them are from group homes too. They’ve been in juvie, on the street, in shelters.”
I take a drink of my root beer. I really thought they were just foster kids. The Baxter Camp is inviting a world of hurt with some of the kids being delinquents, which explains where the pyromaniac came from.
“We don’t just take anyone who wants to get out of the city or away from their life. Social workers and caseworkers make the referrals. The kid has to have an interest, and some talent in pursuing an art. They must be non-violent, or at least no longer violent, and no danger to themselves or anyone else.”
“The kid who started the fire?” I remind her.
“Well, he hadn’t started fires in a long time. I think it’s more he hadn’t had the chance and not that desire was gone.”
Kids learn early how to behave, what to say and what to do, in order to get leniency.
“A lot of them have mental health issues too, which is why we have therapists on staff as regular camp counselors, and teachers for every art discipline.”
“Sounds like a good place to be.”
“It is.” She smiles softly. “I’m glad it’s there for them. And, I like being a part of it.”
Her face softens when she thinks about the camp. Clearly it is a place she loves. I get what they are trying to do, and maybe they are making a small difference in the kids’ lives. You never know.
Chapter Nine
I had hoped that when he built the fire and laid the blanket out that we’d be doing something other than talking. I can’t help it. I want to kiss him, or have him kiss me, and maybe a few other things. I mean, it is a beautiful night, clear sky above, nearly full moon, calm lake, blanket on a beach, nice fire. A perfect setting for seduction, which I would happily go along with.
After that kiss last night, all I’ve been able to think about when I’m with him is if he will kiss me on the lips this time and if he’s any good in bed. Which is shocking actually. Not the part about having sex, but that I’m thinking about, and wanting to have sex with a guy I barely know and just met. With my last two boyfriends, we dated for months before doing the deed. For me it was the natural progression of where we stood in the relationship and not so much of really wanting the guy in bed. Brett and I are so not even close to being there, but if he wanted to take me back to his place, if he had one, I’d happily go.
Instead, he wants to talk.
Talking is good. We should know more about each other. Heaven knows I want to know everything about him. And I mean, everything.
“So, how old are you, Brett Boy Scout Robak?”
“Twenty-six.”
For some reason I thought he was younger. I just assumed he did his four years at college and then tested for the FBI, and got training there. Though, I have no clue how long that takes, other than I’m sure there is a lot to it. Kind of like going to college for a while. “So, what did you do between high school and the FBI?”
“Right after high school, did two years at the community college, joined the Army and when I got out, finished up my degree. Then tested for the FBI, got in, got trained, got an assignment.”
Whoa, that is a hell of a lot more than I’ve done and he acts like he just did the average stuff after high school.
“My brother is in the Army.” I figured of all the things I could have asked about that he rattled off, this was the easiest.
“Oh yeah?”
“He was taking college classes, not sure what he wanted to do, and not getting the best of grades, then September 11 th happened. Quit school and joined the Army.”
Brett winces. “I got out the year before.”
A glance at him from the corner of my eye. “Did you think about going back in?”
“At first, but I already had my eye on the FBI, so I decided to finish school then
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