I was a counselor last week at the Bible Camp I worked at a couple years ago. Early in the week, we played a game called 'Fugitive.' Basically, it is a glorified staff hunt, so we all had to hide.

I chose to hide underneath the gazebo out by the Chapel. The campers (high school age) weren't supposed to be able to use flashlights...so I figured that while I would most likely be found I could also scare the life out of some poor young freshman. Sadly, this really was my train of thought.

The campers were not told about the 'no flashlight' rule, though, so they immediately found the staff members that were directly above me on the gazebo. This really was a truly lazy hiding place and I was glad I didn't know them too well. They DID direct fire from me, though, and that's the important thing.

I was allowed to go on slapping mosquitoes in peace until a group of four campers came along. There were three guys and a girl. I know, trouble.

They didn't seem interested in finding staff members, though, and merely took a seat on the gazebo benches.

"You know, this is the 'make out' gazebo, " one guy commented, "Come 'ere, Jess." Much to my amusement, she gave him the shut down.

All of them began to talk, starting by first stating their ages. The girl, Jess, was sixteen. Two of the guys were seventeen and the last guy was eighteen. The second the last one mentioned his age, the other two males jumped into the conversation.

"OH! Deja Vu!!!" They said excitedly, mentioning Minneapolis's premiere strip club. This lead into a discussion of Deja Vu's neighbor, Sex World, which, apparently, the eighteen year old had some knowledge of.

"My girlfriend goes there for dildos and vibrators." he commented, making me wonder what I was technically supposed to do when campers started talking about sex toys. Knocking on the floor came to mind, but I decided to wait for more. Then, just seconds later, as the discussion of Sex World and its various products continued, the girl joined the converation with..

"So...where is this?" her voice was filled with a curiousity one does not expect from a young bible camper. They all burst into laughter, as did I. "NO! I didn't mean it like that!" she exclaimed amongst questions of why she wanted to go there.

"I don't need that." she said. She only dug herself deeper.

"Hey, is there anyone hiding under there?" more campers approached the slacking perverts.

"No, there's no one under here," one guy stated confidently. They all chuckled to themselves as he softly stated that "They would have heard our entire conversation."

DING DING DING...they would have indeed.

The approaching campers were not at all satisfied with the assurances that there were no staff members hiding under the gazebo, so they decided to climb around to find out for themselves. At that point I got to go with my original plan...and I screamed when the bravest of the girls grabbed my leg, unsure whether or not it was a log. She screamed too, as expected, and I pulled myself out from underneath the gazebo. There was complete silence from the top for the first time as they waited to see what I would say. Clearly, I could not disappoint, so I asked a simple question...

"So...who wanted the dildo?"

They booked.