She didn't want a short interlude of heavy breathing and temporary pleasure. She wouldn't settle for just feeling good. She remembered after that first time talking about it with her more experienced girlfriend who had said God, wasn't it great? Didn't it just make you do want to do it with every foxy guy you know?

She had said yes because the conversation seemed to call for it but she hadn't meant it. What she had wanted to say was yeah well I guess sit was sorta nice but is that really all there is? And No, it doesn't make me want to do it with every foxy guy I know. It made me wonder if its any different with somebody who rubs me when somebody who wants to be inside me not just my body. It made me want to do it with somebody who'd carve our initials on a tree, leave behind more than a memory—a statement. "we were here. We did this. We loved."

She hated to think of them being apart after this summer. She felt very close to him right now but she wanted to feel closer because of what they'd share. It was funny in a way—for as long as they'd been together, there was always that pressure—that slight tension about when it was going to happen, not IF it would happen, but WHEN. There hadn't been any question in her mind about the IF for quite some time and now that it had happened, she felt a pressing need to get even closer to him, to become a part of him. Especially since they were going to go their different ways after this summer. She just wished she could peel back the layers of his mind and look inside, see and feel what he was really thinking, have it written on the wall of her memory. "We were here." "We loved."

She thought she heard the squeak of the door opening and she pushed the stall door open and peeked out.

"Jack?"

No answer.

"Jack? Is that you?"

She got up and left the stall, looking around the bathroom. There wasn't anybody there. It must have been the wind pushing the door open, she thought, or maybe just her imagination. She went over to the sink to wash her hands. She turned on the faucet. Nothing came out. She sighed and made a face into the mirror. She stared at her reflection for a moment and made another face at herself.

"When I looked into that mirror", she said doing Katherine Hepburn, "I knew I'd always be ugly. I said, Lady, you always be plain." She giggled and then stopped as she heard a footstep behind her in the shadows near the shower cabins.

"Hello?" she said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Nothing.

She shrugged and tried another faucet. Still, no water. Irritated, she struck the faucet with her fist. It didn't help.