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Dan smiled. "But there are women in the local towns who don't know them like you and I do, so…" Dan whipped out a condom and held it up in the air. Everyone started laughing. "You must wear a raincoat, if you are going to get wet. Do you understand me?" "Yes Director Dan," said all the men. "Good, we understand each other. If you get some poor unsuspecting girl in trouble, I get in trouble. And if I get in trouble…" "We get in trouble," said the men. I heard a deep chuckle. I looked up to see a gleaming set of teeth smiling above an amazing set of pecs stretching a t-shirt to its limits. Green eyes, deep tan and tousled black hair told me this was Johnny Winston, the head swimming counselor. My eyes traveled down to his ass. My God what a butt this guy had. I breathed out deeply, looking at his tight shorts, then shook my head, realizing I was staring.
"Right. Now then, girls stay, men leave. Go. Now fellas." Slowly, the boys got up and sauntered out the screen-covered side doors towards their cabins. I watched Johnny, laughing with a couple of friends and made a few mental notes about his walk. "Okay, okay, girls - listen up." Yeah, Dan was an older man, but I really didn't like the way he always referred to us as 'girls' and the boys as 'men.' Kinda pissed me off. I wondered if he'd always been a misogynist.