The Story:
Camp is a place that people hook up. Everyone knows that, right? As the driver of the luggage van with whom I rode back up here on Sunday said, "The handyman told me once that when he builds anything new at camp--benches, tables, cabinets--he always designs it to hold the weight of at least two people." Ha!
Before I left at the beginning of the summer, Pirate Girl gave me the permission to sleep with whomever I wanted but told me I had to remain emotionally celibate. She thought, as do I, that my heart can't take much more at this point. And as time went on here at camp I began to resign myself to the fact that my celibacy might be not just emotional but physical also. Fine...
Until yesterday at the river when I went with some people for one kind of playtime (rockhopping) that turned into another (use your imagination).
The Lesson:
Don't worry, Pirate Girl, I remember what you said.
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