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Jezebel was born and raised in the state of Alabama and raised as a Southern child would be, it’s sir and ma’am and if don’t like it then you got the hell out. Due to her parent’s career choice, she was a hard ass but polite, she was your true southern girl that loved to hunt and fish along with horseback riding. Now back to her parent’s career, her mother was a psychiatrist and her father was a retired police officer. After retiring they both decided to convert their ranch over to a teen rehabilitation center for troubled teens. The ranch was only for trouble makers, both girls and boys which they had their own cabins to stay in. On the ranch there are several employees and the ranch has even gotten awards for their methods and recognition from the President. The land the ranch was on was huge and spanned for miles, making it hard for anyone to try and run or escape. Although the ranch wasn’t that bad, you worked hard and learned manners, simple, right?

Jezebel enjoyed living on the property although she got hit on a lot, by boys and the girls, and ever since an incident happened when she was 15 she had to learn self defense and the rest was history. It was fun for Jez to have someone to talk to all the time; she would usually take the best behaved camper fishing or horseback riding just to have something to do. But don’t get it wrong, she also had lots of normal friends that would come over to the ranch to hang out and they would throw bon fire parties and go muddin in the woods. Jez often sympathized with some of the students since the path they chose to go down wasn’t their choice, their parents often making them or giving them no choice but to steal and fight just to survive, but it wasn’t an excuse either, there were other ways.

Jezebel was 17 now and eager for the new summer to begin, there were new campers coming in and she wanted to meet them when the bus pulls up. When the bus does pull up the bell rings for the employees to come and when Jez hears it she’s out feeding the horses. Wearing a pair of daisy dukes, sports bra and an unbuttoned flannel dress shirt, she jumps on her favorite horse Buttons and runs off towards the ranch house where the bus is dropping off the new campers. Jez stays on her horse with her cowboy hat on and sunglasses so she can see the new campers as they get off the bus in a single file line. Her parents and employees greeting the gang of kids and putting some back in their place.
 
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Lauren was a typical girl from Long Island, well…except for her lack of accent. Not all Long Islanders have that dreaded accent. But she wore the typical yuppie sheik of people from the New York City area: cardigans, polos, skinny jeans, etc. She had grown up there until she was thirteen, just her and her mother. Until fate decided that she and her mother would be involved in a drunk driving accident. Lauren had made it out fine…her mother had not. The driver had gotten six years in prison…six years for taking her mother away forever. Sucks right? So yeah…she was a little angry that life was unfair and fate had taken her mother away.

Lauren had then gone on to live with her grandparents who didn’t like her. They were very Catholic and didn’t want to be saddled with their daughter’s illegitimate teenage girl. Things had been tense for the next two years with her grandparents. Finally that fateful day came when Lauren discovered she was a lesbian…and unfortunately for her, her grandmother walked right in in the middle of her discovering her newfound lesbianism with another girl. Then there was one more thing for her to be angry about: her grandparents hated who she was and who she loved.

Off she went to her aunt and uncle’s in North Carolina. Her aunt was a little more liberal and was a nice woman. Lauren felt bad about being such a pain in her aunt’s ass. But the kids at school were a bunch of awful rednecks that picked on her all the time because they knew she was gay. So what did Lauren do? She finally snapped. She got into fights, she kept getting suspended, she was so angry that all she ever did was fight her aunt and uncle every step of the way. Her temper was out of control, even she was a little scared by it. Her aunt and uncle didn’t know what to do with her except send her to this Rehabilitation Camp in the middle of nowhere and hope she’d come home more mellowed out. They thought the horses and the fresh air would be good for her, maybe give her a little bit of direction and perspective.

Yeah…just what a 17 year old wants, direction and perspective. But she was a minor and it was either come here or go into foster care. So she begrudgingly agreed to spend her summer in the middle of nowhere. Already she didn’t particularly care for the place. It was blazingly hot and this whole town smelled of manure. Being from the city, she’d gladly take the noxious odor of car fumes any day. The bus finally pulled up to the ranch and she followed the other kids out, suitcase in hand. Her eyes immediately found a rather sexy looking blonde on a horse as she hopped off the bus.

Well…at least this place wouldn’t be too bad, it looked like the view was nice.
 
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Lauren was a typical girl from Long Island, well…except for her lack of accent. Not all Long Islanders have that dreaded accent. But she wore the typical yuppie sheik of people from the New York City area: cardigans, polos, skinny jeans, etc. She had grown up there until she was thirteen, just her and her mother. Until fate decided that she and her mother would be involved in a drunk driving accident. Lauren had made it out fine…her mother had not. The driver had gotten six years in prison…six years for taking her mother away forever. Sucks right? So yeah…she was a little angry that life was unfair and fate had taken her mother away.

Lauren had then gone on to live with her grandparents who didn’t like her. They were very Catholic and didn’t want to be saddled with their daughter’s illegitimate teenage girl. Things had been tense for the next two years with her grandparents. Finally that fateful day came when Lauren discovered she was a lesbian…and unfortunately for her, her grandmother walked right in in the middle of her discovering her newfound lesbianism with another girl. Then there was one more thing for her to be angry about: her grandparents hated who she was and who she loved.

Off she went to her aunt and uncle’s in North Carolina. Her aunt was a little more liberal and was a nice woman. Lauren felt bad about being such a pain in her aunt’s ass. But the kids at school were a bunch of awful rednecks that picked on her all the time because they knew she was gay. So what did Lauren do? She finally snapped. She got into fights, she kept getting suspended, she was so angry that all she ever did was fight her aunt and uncle every step of the way. Her temper was out of control, even she was a little scared by it. Her aunt and uncle didn’t know what to do with her except send her to this Rehabilitation Camp in the middle of nowhere and hope she’d come home more mellowed out. They thought the horses and the fresh air would be good for her, maybe give her a little bit of direction and perspective.

Yeah…just what a 17 year old wants, direction and perspective. But she was a minor and it was either come here or go into foster care. So she begrudgingly agreed to spend her summer in the middle of nowhere. Already she didn’t particularly care for the place. It was blazingly hot and this whole town smelled of manure. Being from the city, she’d gladly take the noxious odor of car fumes any day. The bus finally pulled up to the ranch and she followed the other kids out, suitcase in hand. Her eyes immediately found a rather sexy looking blonde on a horse as she hopped off the bus.

Well…at least this place wouldn’t be too bad, it looked like the view was nice.
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"Welcome to Camp Serenity, you will be spending the whole Summer her and for some, you will probably spend even longer, depending on how you act this Summer. You will learn team work here, hard work, you will be taught skills you will need to survive in the real world, outside of your parents and guardians safety nets. I won't lie to you, life can suck when you're on your own, and in the next three months we hope to teach you the skills you'll need to survive." Mr. Miller, Jezebels father was a big man, muscular and intimidating. "I am Mr. Miller, you will call me as such or you will call me Sir. This is my wife Mrs. Miller, or Ma'am. Now what I need is for the boys to go to the left, and the girls to go to the right. You will walk with John and Joe for the boys, they will be in control of your cabin." The boys walk off with Joe and John, Mr. Miller walking with them as Mrs. Miller turns to the girls.

"Now the five of you will walk with Mary and Betty, your cabin will be across the ranch from the boys. Now don't let this place scare you, but also don't underestimate it. If you miss behave, I'll have you checking the prostate of a bull. You won't like it, nor will it smell too good." Jezebel watches the group before running off back towards the barn. The girls cabin was about 100 yards from the horse barn. "Come with me ladies, bring your bags and we'll get you settled in." All the campers are treated good until the councilors are given a reason to treat them like criminals. The walk was long but soon they reach the cabin, it was large with a shower room and bedrooms. "You will find your name on the room door, now go unpack and be back in 20 minutes." Mary gives the order before they walk to their room since they will be living with the campers.
 
Somehow Lauren felt like she might be checking the prostate of a bull during this little adventure out here. Not like she went out of her way looking for fights...but come on. They were in the south! How much more accepting of gays could these people be than the ones in North Carolina? She'd already had to take the rainbow patches off of her backpack and suitcase at her aunt's prompting. Her aunt was afraid of her drawing attention to herself. Which Lauren kind of understood, better to hide who you were than to always expect acceptance from others. But the young girl had kept the Equality patches on her backpack though...just because they stood for more than just gay rights.

Lauren went ahead and unpacked her things which didn't take very long. She was surprised that the cabins were so nice. The girls had to share a bathroom but it looked like they all got private rooms to themselves. Her room was small but she appreciated the privacy. The brunette yanked off her cardigan, it was far too hot for that thing. Now she was left in just a white cami that showed off her curvy body top a pair of orange Bermuda shorts. She liked bright colors, usually she was easy to find because at least one thing on her body would have an eye popping, saturated color adorning it.

She glanced down at her watch, she only had a little bit of time to get back. So she slipped out of bedroom, heading back to the meeting place and wishing she could just rest. It had been a long trip and she was a little tired.
 
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Somehow Lauren felt like she might be checking the prostate of a bull during this little adventure out here. Not like she went out of her way looking for fights...but come on. They were in the south! How much more accepting of gays could these people be than the ones in North Carolina? She'd already had to take the rainbow patches off of her backpack and suitcase at her aunt's prompting. Her aunt was afraid of her drawing attention to herself. Which Lauren kind of understood, better to hide who you were than to always expect acceptance from others. But the young girl had kept the Equality patches on her backpack though...just because they stood for more than just gay rights.

Lauren went ahead and unpacked her things which didn't take very long. She was surprised that the cabins were so nice. The girls had to share a bathroom but it looked like they all got private rooms to themselves. Her room was small but she appreciated the privacy. The brunette yanked off her cardigan, it was far too hot for that thing. Now she was left in just a white cami that showed off her curvy body top a pair of orange Bermuda shorts. She liked bright colors, usually she was easy to find because at least one thing on her body would have an eye popping, saturated color adorning it.

She glanced down at her watch, she only had a little bit of time to get back. So she slipped out of bedroom, heading back to the meeting place and wishing she could just rest. It had been a long trip and she was a little tired.
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There were five boys and five girls, although only four girls show back up at the meeting spot so Mary has to go back inside and get the other to come back out. After a bit of a fight she gets her back outside and leads the group back to the ranch house. "Welcome back everyone, hope everything went well. We will be taking a tour of the compound, so everyone grab a water bottle and lets get walking." Jezebel loved walking the tour with everyone, soon she walks out of the house, the shirt buttoned this time as she walks with her cowboy boots on next to Mary and Betty. "First up is the mess hall, after eating you will be expected to clean your plate and clean up the mess hall." Mrs. Miller looks back, making sure everyone is paying attention.

"In order to let off some steam, we have a gym here as well, you will be allowed some free time everyday and we trust that you will not try to run away, the compound stretches for miles and there are several deadly animals around." Mr. Miller warns the girls, although they usually find the runner within a few hours. "This is the horse barn, it's off limits." Jezebel speaks up since it's hers and only hers, she was given it for her birthday after working her ass off to earn it. "Although with permission, I do offer horseback rides and if anyone is interested in learning how to take care of a horse, I offer that as well." She adds so she doesn't come across as a bitch.
 
Lauren took a bottle of water as advised and started walking along after the other kids, hanging out towards the back of the group. She liked to be left alone and kept to herself for the most part. Not really an introvert...she had a couple of friends back home. But it took her a long time to trust people and didn't think she'd end up trusting -any- of these people in only three months. Of course she ended up only half listening to what was being said during the tour. Her eyes were sort of hanging around the blonde cowgirl's cute little rear. It was a little consolation to know that the boys were probably staring too. Who -wouldn't- stare?! She was wearing daisy dukes!

She only broke her staring gaze when the girl spoke up for the first time, talking about the barn. Lauren looked over at the horse barn curiously. The blonde seemed very protective of it. Probably didn't want kids stealing horses and running away. It would definitely be much easier to escape this place on a horse than on foot. Granted...Lauren didn't really want to run away per se. Her aunt and uncle had specifically given her very little in the way of funds so that she wouldn't be able to afford a buss back home. And hitchhiking was scary. But of course having a place that was off limits made her even more curious about it. Some horseback rides huh? That might be cool...she'd never seen a horse before. Well...not in real life and up close.

But the tour continued on, and her eyes once again wandered to places they probably shouldn't. Maybe it was the heat, it was making her not be as careful with her specific tastes as she should be.
 
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Lauren took a bottle of water as advised and started walking along after the other kids, hanging out towards the back of the group. She liked to be left alone and kept to herself for the most part. Not really an introvert...she had a couple of friends back home. But it took her a long time to trust people and didn't think she'd end up trusting -any- of these people in only three months. Of course she ended up only half listening to what was being said during the tour. Her eyes were sort of hanging around the blonde cowgirl's cute little rear. It was a little consolation to know that the boys were probably staring too. Who -wouldn't- stare?! She was wearing daisy dukes!

She only broke her staring gaze when the girl spoke up for the first time, talking about the barn. Lauren looked over at the horse barn curiously. The blonde seemed very protective of it. Probably didn't want kids stealing horses and running away. It would definitely be much easier to escape this place on a horse than on foot. Granted...Lauren didn't really want to run away per se. Her aunt and uncle had specifically given her very little in the way of funds so that she wouldn't be able to afford a buss back home. And hitchhiking was scary. But of course having a place that was off limits made her even more curious about it. Some horseback rides huh? That might be cool...she'd never seen a horse before. Well...not in real life and up close.

But the tour continued on, and her eyes once again wandered to places they probably shouldn't. Maybe it was the heat, it was making her not be as careful with her specific tastes as she should be.
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"We have a large lake nearby where you can go swimming, but don't let this fool you, these permissions are only given to those who follow the rules and have shown improvement, if you show no improvement and do not respect those who are trying to help, then you will see yourself doing more and more chores." Mr. Miller announces as the group walks along the lake then heads towards the mess hall. "We're going to stop at the mess hall, we want everyone to get to know each other." Mrs. Miller leads the group inside and everyone sits down. Jezebel walks inside with the group but she heads to the back, getting a bottle of juice before walking back out and sitting down at a table by herself.

"I want to go around so everyone can share something about themselves, and to the others, show some respect and don't judge the individual on what they share, we are all different." Mrs. Miller points at one of the boys and he stands up. "Well I'm Zack, ain't nobody every beat me in a fight." Some of the guys roll their eyes before Benny stands up. "I'm Benny, no lady has ever said no to my charm." He gives the girls side of the table a wink before sitting down. "Alright, enough with the boys, Lauren how about you share something about yourself." Mr. Miller looks at Lauren while Jez just sits back and listens.
 
Lauren liked to go swimming. She had gotten to go all the time with her mom on Long Island but hadn't really been in the water since her mom had passed away. Her grandparents didn't like the beach and her aunt and uncle were always too busy to take her out to the water. So it would be neat to go out to the lake and swim around a little bit, as long as she behaved it seemed. It should be easy enough, she wouldn't get into fights as long as nobody started anything with her first. Up to the Mess Hall they went, apparently Mr. and Mrs. Miller wanted them all to get to know one another better. So she sat there, quiet and polite. The boys irritated her a little bit...typical men, bragging about their strength or sexual prowess. Soon enough it was her turn to speak and she stood up, not particularly shy.

"I'm Lauren, and I'm a lesbian so I suppose I'll be resisting all the boys' charms." She smirked, glancing over at Benny. She hated guys when they were cocky assholes. Benny was cute, sure, but just his arrogant wink made her skin crawl and she had the urge to put him in his place.

"Dyke." Zack coughed the word out not so discreetly.

"What did you call me?" Lauren's eyes narrowed dangerously. Standing at 5'7", she was probably a good half a foot shorter than Zack. But their difference in height certainly wasn't going to stop her. -Nobody- called her a dyke. Especially when she saw herself as more of a femme/tomboyish lesbian than anything else.

"You heard me." Zack smirked...though he wasn't smirking for very long as Lauren launched herself at him before any of the counselors could grab hold of her. She didn't slap, she didn't pull hair, she fought like a boy. The brunette pushed Zack, daring him to say it again. And Zack of course didn't seem to care whether or not Lauren was a girl and he wound up, launching a throw aimed at her jaw.

Big mistake...haymakers are for idiots who don't know how to fight. Lauren sidestepped him and pushed him to the ground as he stumbled forward. All fights eventually ended up on the floor, and that's where her and Zack ended up, struggling and grappling around on the, trying to subdue one another. Lauren managed to land a couple of hits to his face before Mr. Miller grabbed her around the waist and dragged her kicking and screaming off of Zack. "You piece of trash! Don't you ever call me that again!" she hissed at the boy.

Ah fuck...day one and she was probably going to have to check a bull's prostate.

Well...it was worth it.
 
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Lauren liked to go swimming. She had gotten to go all the time with her mom on Long Island but hadn't really been in the water since her mom had passed away. Her grandparents didn't like the beach and her aunt and uncle were always too busy to take her out to the water. So it would be neat to go out to the lake and swim around a little bit, as long as she behaved it seemed. It should be easy enough, she wouldn't get into fights as long as nobody started anything with her first. Up to the Mess Hall they went, apparently Mr. and Mrs. Miller wanted them all to get to know one another better. So she sat there, quiet and polite. The boys irritated her a little bit...typical men, bragging about their strength or sexual prowess. Soon enough it was her turn to speak and she stood up, not particularly shy.

"I'm Lauren, and I'm a lesbian so I suppose I'll be resisting all the boys' charms." She smirked, glancing over at Benny. She hated guys when they were cocky assholes. Benny was cute, sure, but just his arrogant wink made her skin crawl and she had the urge to put him in his place.

"Dyke." Zack coughed the word out not so discreetly.

"What did you call me?" Lauren's eyes narrowed dangerously. Standing at 5'7", she was probably a good half a foot shorter than Zack. But their difference in height certainly wasn't going to stop her. -Nobody- called her a dyke. Especially when she saw herself as more of a femme/tomboyish lesbian than anything else.

"You heard me." Zack smirked...though he wasn't smirking for very long as Lauren launched herself at him before any of the counselors could grab hold of her. She didn't slap, she didn't pull hair, she fought like a boy. The brunette pushed Zack, daring him to say it again. And Zack of course didn't seem to care whether or not Lauren was a girl and he wound up, launching a throw aimed at her jaw.

Big mistake...haymakers are for idiots who don't know how to fight. Lauren sidestepped him and pushed him to the ground as he stumbled forward. All fights eventually ended up on the floor, and that's where her and Zack ended up, struggling and grappling around on the, trying to subdue one another. Lauren managed to land a couple of hits to his face before Mr. Miller grabbed her around the waist and dragged her kicking and screaming off of Zack. "You piece of trash! Don't you ever call me that again!" she hissed at the boy.

Ah fuck...day one and she was probably going to have to check a bull's prostate.

Well...it was worth it.
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Jezebel sat back and watched the fight take place, it was interesting to see the girls temper snap at the mutter of one word. "Not bad." She whispers to herself before following her dad out as he carries the young fire cracker. "Stop kicking!" Mr. Miller tells Lauren as he carries her away from the mess hall and drops her onto her feet. "Go with Jezebel, she's going to put you to work in the barn." He knows Jezebel can hold her own as Mr. Miller walks off and back into the mess hall. "Come with me, we're going to feed the chickens." Jez tips her cowboy hat forward before walking towards the barn with Lauren. "Perhaps admitting you were a lesbian wasn't the smartest thing to admit with a room of wannabe bad boys and girls. Although I admire your courage to do so, still stupid though." Jez walks into the open barn, walking to where the chicken pens are.

"All they eat are natural corn, grown here on the compound." Jez leads the girl over to a bin full of corn. "Take the scoop, fill the contains at your feet then walk them into the pens and spread the feed with your hands. I'm giving you something easy this time since I enjoy watching you hit the boy, it's an ugly word he used to describe girls like us." Jez says it like it's the norm to come out of the closet as she hands the bins to Lauren.
 
"He started it!" Lauren grumbled but she did stop kicking when Mr. Miller asked. Stupid ignorant Zack. Guys like that made her so mad! She couldn't even pretend to not be pissed off. But with a sigh, she nodded a bit and went off with Jezebel to go work in the barn. She was relieved she wasn't going to have to do anything with the cows and just have to deal with chickens. How bad could chickens possibly be? "Well...someone needed to put those guys in their place. It's ridiculous that they think every girl will just drop their panties when looking at them."

"Girls like us?" Lauren blinked in surprise. "You mean...you're a lesbian too?" Jez was cute...but she supposed it made sense, the girl did kind of dress like a tomboy except for those daisy dukes. Lauren relaxed a little bit as she started to feed the chickens, she felt a lot better knowing that there was another person around here like her. Well...not really like her, but at least they had one thing in common and that was something.
 
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"He started it!" Lauren grumbled but she did stop kicking when Mr. Miller asked. Stupid ignorant Zack. Guys like that made her so mad! She couldn't even pretend to not be pissed off. But with a sigh, she nodded a bit and went off with Jezebel to go work in the barn. She was relieved she wasn't going to have to do anything with the cows and just have to deal with chickens. How bad could chickens possibly be? "Well...someone needed to put those guys in their place. It's ridiculous that they think every girl will just drop their panties when looking at them."

"Girls like us?" Lauren blinked in surprise. "You mean...you're a lesbian too?" Jez was cute...but she supposed it made sense, the girl did kind of dress like a tomboy except for those daisy dukes. Lauren relaxed a little bit as she started to feed the chickens, she felt a lot better knowing that there was another person around here like her. Well...not really like her, but at least they had one thing in common and that was something.
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Jez pulls up a seat, crossing her legs as she watches Lauren feed the chickens. "Yeah, ever since I was fifteen, so I guess for two years." She shrugs since she wasn't about to tell this new girl why she became a lesbian. "I've put my share of men in their place when it came to thinking they could wave their little wand and get a girl to do what they want. Just be sure to manage your temper here, this is an easy task compared to cleaning a pen, or milking a bull." Jez was sure Lauren would get it when she said milk a bull, hopefully she wouldn't have to explain it. "Uh oh, here comes the roosters." Jez smirks as the roosters catch wind of the feed and come running at Lauren, flapping their wings and crowing at her.

"Better run." Jez laughs as the roosters feathers fall off from flapping their wings so hard. Jez keeps laughing as she walks over to open the gate for Lauren. "They don't bite, but their beak does hurt when it pecks at you." Soon the roosters get together and come at the young girl, pushing the chickens out of the way as they do.
 
Lauren nodded as Jez spoke. It was nice to know that she wasn't a push over of a girl. Though it was horrible to hear about some of the other punishments she'd be subjected to if she kept getting into fights. Not like Lauren had meant to get into that fight earlier in the first place...Zack had just made her so damn mad...

She was half listening to Jez and half watching the chickens with a sort of child like interest until flashes of red auburn feathers caught her eye. "Eek!" The brunette squealed as the roosters came barreling out at her. They were so loud when they crowed! Much louder than the chickens. They were handsome birds though, even if they were a bit mean and shoved past the chickens in order to try to get at Lauren, who was so startled that she dropped the little scoop full of chicken feed, spilling it everywhere.

As soon as Jez opened the gate, Lauren bolted for it, brushing against the other girl and hiding behind her. Yeah...the roosters were much smaller than her and she probably didn't have anything to worry about, but there were a ton of them! Plus they flapped around so threateningly and they had those little talons on their feet. The last thing she wanted was for one to land on her and poke her eye out with it's break, then scratch her for good measure. "So weird...I've never seen any of these things before. Well...I've seen them in books and on TV and stuff but never in real life. Today was my first day seeing a cow when the bus took us out here!"

Lauren smiled a bit, though realized she was standing really close to Jez. She blushed and then scooted away to give the blonde her own personal space. "Uh...so...am I done feeding them? I don't have to go back in there do I?"
 
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