Eventually, Pam leaves her group of friends. She decides it's best to make new friends, or more then friends, with some boys. Afterall, the only species that's bigger then boys on the island are donkeys.
Tuesday, her 7th day on the island, she decides to go guy-hunting. Stepping out her door in a pleated skirt, she looks seductively with great, beady rat eyes at a passing boy. He grins and comes over.
"Hi" he drools.
"Well hello, handsome." she says to the pimply faced boy. He obviously has lice, and his clothes are filthy. Her plans are nothing more to break his heart.
"M-m-y Name.... is... uh... Eric. Yeah, no, Yeah, Eric" he chokes.
"What a pretty name." she whispers.
The conversation continues in a silmaler fashin, until Eric boldly asks for a ride on the Ferris Wheel with her. He watches as her gaze softens to a yes.
"No" she says, and cackles. Eric is left with nothing more then a broken heart. As he walks though, she feels no remorse. She looks at the figure sulking away, and notices a slight bulge in the back of his pants.
"The freak was so excited he relieved himself!" she thought with joy.
The same thing happans to all the other boys she flirts with. Eventually tired of her game she goes inside to rest.