"I hate these seats!" I was over reacting a little, not meaning to sound so loud. I hate drawing attention to myself." Jeeheehehesus" Sherrie laughed... at me "chill," moving her long gracefully toned arm to my sleeve and sitting me down.She smiled her beautiful smile that takes up half her face with teeth whiter than milk. With the slightest suggestion of freckles at her temple and nose, this always warms me over.As I smiled,trying to gaze back calmly,I fought not to linger on her hanging. Wesley: an inch shorter; blond, Clearasil; jeans; turtleneck with checkmark.“So I’m going to ask you a question,” I began. “Ready? Did you have sex?”“Just accidentally at camp,” Alison volunteered.It’s pretty much a given at camp, I told them, not adding that most everybody but myself got to when playing Capture the Flag. I’d snuck to the enemy prison and grabbed Larry Gleeson so we got freebies back across the line. I thought we might go behind the archery range, but then he took Bonnie Sue. "Can you imagine how Jim must feel now.?... Can you imagine how much worse it must be for him?"I looked up at Rolf, and it came flooding in, the realisation of quite what I'd done to Jim. Quite how unspeakably awful I had been.I started crying, but this time I wasn't crying for myself. I was crying for him, my husband, my love, and I cried like I'd never cried in my life before.I was heartbroken, that I'd broken his heart.Rolf took me gently in his arms, and rocked me tenderly, whilst I cried. The last vestiges of underwear disappeared and Fran's bed groaned under the weight of our three bodies. I could not tell which was Vicky and which Simone and to be frank I did not much care but as I climbed on top of one of them and lined myself up to enter her I felt compelled to check (for record purposes? I have no idea) so I took a fifty-fifty chance and murmured "Vicky." But it was the girl clinging to me from behind that made some kind of acknowledgment, so I knew it was Simone that I was.