Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.
Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or over to the house but this was the first time I was going to be forced to be in constant contact with her. I couldn’t really complain besides being jealous of my brother, that he had a girlfriend and I didn’t. Amalie was nice and well, nice looking. She was white, but her skin had a soft golden brown tan to it since the beginning of the summer which I had to admit added to her looks. She had about shoulder length long dirty blonde hair, freckles on her face and spring blue eyes. And when you looked at her face, something in the back of your head told you she was the dirtiest little slut that you could ever imagine in a young girl’s body as small as she was. But, to everyone in the family, including me, she was as sweet as could be.