Saturday - Day 2 of 8 at camp, September 13thMy cabin mates were already complaining about cold showers by the time I got out of bed the next morning.... When Mark waltzed in a few minutes later raving about all the hot water in the communal shower, I decided to take Claire's advice. After all, it was only a matter of time before most people saw me naked, so why freeze?I didn't spot any of my classmates along the way, but the locker room was packed with people from Sunset High. Naked people. Of. I was getting rattled. She knew it and she was enjoying it. I got the print ads I wanted to show her out of my briefcase and laid them out on the coffee table. She got up and came over and sat down beside me. Her perfume was very faint but certainly noticeable. “I love your scent” I blurted out “what is it?” She laughed and told me. I noticed that she sat a little closer than some had before her leg was barely touching mine. We went over the pictures and a strand of hair broke. We had started twenty minutes late and I bolted down the drive, along the busy high street and down into the tube without even combing my hair.The convent is at the furthest point on the Piccadilly Line and it was already rush hour by the time I squeezed into the packed carriage.The Underground smelled like a charity shop and I always had the feeling that someone was pressing against me rather harder than they should have been.Sara didn’t have my figure, but she had those long legs revealed. I also grabbed a second bottle just in case and thanked him for his help. While I was here I might as well grab a few beers for myself at home.With my decisions made, I returned to the counter and set down my purchases and thanked him again for his help. I swiped my bank card and then pulled out a $5 bill and handed it to him. "This is for the extra service. My way of saying thanks." No, no. You don't have to do that." He held his hands up trying to reject my tip."Yes you can. Here take it."He.