A Schedule Change

Sam was slow to change back into his uniform. He'd been humping Marie for a long time, and while he hadn't taken any medications, it felt like he had and was now feeling some kind of oversexed hangover.

He emerged from the dressing room, ready to make a bee line to his next activity without saying goodbye, but Dr. Ironrod caught him before he could escape.

"Great job today, Sam!," he said, waving him down. "That was quite a show. I'm sure you and Marie will be giving us some incredible data from here on in."

Sam looked at him. His expression implied an eager positivity in response, but he couldn't really muster more than an affirmative grunt.

"Oh I know that look.," Ironrod said, turning to his desk. "All worn out after your first activity?" Sam nodded gingerly. "Well, you have had a rowdy first couple of days," he went on. "How about I switch you over to a "recovery day schedule?"

"What's that?" Sam asked, looking over the doctor's shoulder as he started typing.

"Well, we know that pushing everyone to perform (or not perform) takes its toll and eventually everyone needs a break from "the work" we do here at Everwood. When it seems like a camper's really been pushed to their limits, we put them on a relaxed schedule--no running from activity to activity, no getting caught up in impromptu escapades, I recommend heading over to the pool or the lake. Just tell the lifeguard that you're on a recovery day, and they'll let you hang out and do whatever. If you're really beat, you can go back to the cabin and sleep, though I think you might be better off looking for a little more privacy if you actually want to rest up, y'know?"

"Thanks, doc," Sam said, trying to muster up some enthusiasm this time. He had to admit that time away from the frantic and, let's face it, demanding gauntlet of pleasures at Camp Everwood sounded appealing He was already kind of looking for it when he went to the cafe before the lab session. Now, maybe, he might actually have time to find it.

Dr. Ironrod turned and clapped him on the shoulder. "No problem, kiddo! You're here to get healthy. Some times rest is the best way to do that.

Take care of yourself, and I'll catch you tomorrow."

Sam turned to go. As he left, he saw Marie come out of the women's changing room. Unlike Sam, she somehow seemed more energized than before. Dr. Ironrod motioned for her to join him. When she sat in his lap, he realized it wasn't to give her a recovery schedule.