The not so obscure object of desire

"Oh my God!" cried Nurse Rita. "Margaret Booth is dead!"

"No, I'm not," said Margaret. "I just fell down for a moment. Apparently something bumped into me."

Then Margaret turned to look behind her and said, "Okay, that's what bumped into me. That Spanish guy."

"Oh my God!" cried Nurse Rita. "He's dead!"

"Richard's dead?" asked Montana, making no move to cover up her recently bared bosom (apparently when Mr. Jingles had stripped away her blouse, it was revealed that Montana did not believe in bras). "How did that happen?"

"Easy," said Margaret, pointing to Nurse Rita. "She did it."

"No, you did it," said Nurse Rita, pointing back.

"I did not," said Margaret.

"You did too," said Nurse Rita. "Why else would you be holding two guns? The one you brought in here and the one you wrestled away from me and the others."

"Oh, that," said Margaret. "That was a coincidence."

"Yeah, right," said Nurse Rita.

"Look this isn't getting us anywhere," said Brooke. "Why don't we call the sheriff out here and let him settle this?"

"Why don't you mind your own business, Brooke?" asked Montana.

"Yes," said Nurse Rita. "I agree with the half-naked chick. You really should learn to mind your own business, Brooke."

"They have a point, Brooke," said Margaret. "it's a good thing for you I can't strip you twice."

At this point, Mr. Jingles reached out to tear off the bottom half of Montana's outfit, all the while ignoring the arguing women while being ignored by them in return.

Of course, once Montana felt her skirt get ripped off, she hurriedly grabbed hold of her one remaining garment, only to immediately lose it to Mr. Jingles's powerful fingers.

As she did so, Brooke could not help being fascinated by Montana's bouncing breasts. Not that she had not noticed them before but now -- with all the tension in the room -- they seemed especially noticeable.

Brooke hastily reminded herself of all the nasty things Montana had said about her. And yet her eyes kept returning to the sight of Montana's naked breasts.

Avert your eyes, Brooke, she told herself.

But that only **** her eyes to gaze at yet another part of Montana's naked body. The part located between her legs.

Really? Brooke asked herself. At a time like this? Surely after all the things Montana had done and said to me, she should be the last person I should be interested in.

And yet for some reason, Brooke kept remembering the gym shower room back in LA and how inevitable a certain something had seemed when Montana had been on all fours in front of her naked self. Only this time -- as she silently knelt down in front of Montana -- their positions seemed to be reversed.

Why not? Brooke asked herself. Half the camp thinks I'm gay anyway. And since I might very well die tonight, why not take advantage of the moment so to speak? Montana has not been shy about taking advantage of me. So why would it be so bad if I just reach out and place my lips right --

Then Brooke paused as she felt what seemed like a ring of cold metal start touching her forehead. Cold metal that could only belong to a gun barrel.

And then she heard Margaret speak to her in what sounded like a voice of doom. "You'd best stop right there, Brooke. This is still a Christian camp and there are some things that will not be permitted here. If you persist in your present activity, I will have **** but to punish you even more severely than I have in the past."