Chapter One

The Babes and the Big Egos

- Eric -

All the Ken and Barbies sat around the table. Amid glistening smiles, moussed hairdos, and Coppertone tans, the fragrance of Polo, with a hint of Skin-So-soft, wafted through the café’ booth. I nibbled at my burrito as the conversation around me finally arrived at its ultimate destination.

“So, Kevin?” Barbie #1 flirted across the table, “Tell us who you’re seeing now.”

Kevin was used to having wyes upon him. Being a Tom Cruise look-a-like in the early nineties has a way of boosting the ol’ ego. Having a senator for a dad didn’t hurt either. While crunching a ship between perfect teeth, an “I thought you’d never ask” smirk found its way across his face.

As all of us camp counselors leaned in, eyes bulging with expectancy, Kevin finally revealed the secret in a low monotone, “Her name is…Sandra!”

This only added to the excitement and wonder, because no one had any idea who Sandra was.

“Is she a babe?” begged the resident Brad Pitt, alias Mike