" he pulled the door to let her in and left the wearied girl staring at the gleaming bare surface of the long table and the twelve stiff empty chairs ...that surrounded it. After a moment of indecision she sat down at the head of the table... no longer believing anything Blodgett said, but still not wanting to leave as long as any chance remained... she put her face down against the cool, almost sensual smoothness of the table and closed her eyes. Did she have the courage to tell her husband what. The more he heard it, the more he wanted to hear it. It was irresistible. ‘I must find you, I must find you,’ he thought. He rowed on. After a few minutes there was a flash at the place where the sea met the sky. Then it was just a grazy dot — then it sparkled again. Toward this lonely feature he labored, and steadily he drew near. The dot became a lump and the lump faded into a vertical shape. Michael’s eyes were hazed over with exhaustion. His vision blurred. ‘I am crazy,’ he thought to. Now I have to stay away from you. You're right though, I guess." I don't like it either. You know that."They continued on to the shower speaking normally of public matters. He promised to wait for her and walk her back.After finishing their toilets, they met, and began the walk back.As they were walking by an empty campsite, she took his elbow, and saying "Come here" took him into the deeper darkness, behind a clump of trees."I want a good night hug. And a long, warm one too." She. But she had no interest in them and their crude comments and whistling. She had known for a long time now that she was a lesbian. Not that she had much, if any experience. She was too shy to chase other girls and those other girls who were lesbian and might have been attracted to her shied away assuming that Holly enjoyed the attention she got from the boys.So her sexual experience was largely confined to solitary masturbation with her head full of fantasies, alone in her bed.Over the last few.