Alan: Look, if she wants to talk to me all she has to do is open a chat window. We have a computer in the other room. I even set up an account for her...on the sex fantasy site. You would think she would appreciate it but all did was complain about the screen name I picked.Charles: What was it?Alan: "MyLittleSlut6969."Charles: Hmmm....Alan: I mean it's not like I'm cheating on her. I told her the only f-word here is fantasy, right?Carrie: Did someone say the f-word? I wanna fuck!Alan: She says. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool,I am holding the diary I’ve kept since I was 16. My entries are limited tomy numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventurespublished– anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few ofthe more memorable ones with you.I went to camp that summer as I’d done for the past eight years. This year,though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult campadvisor drove me pretty hard during. We spent four days on the tour, before she announced "We have seen enough, President Sussmann. My representatives and yours will meet at sunrise tomorrow to discuss terms of our alliance, if that is acceptable to you."I agreed, and they left for the quarters they had been assigned. My mates and I could only shake our heads and wonder.Kathy was waiting to report when we got to our apartments. "I managed to get one of the 'ice maidens' to loosen up and talk, Matt. You better be very careful with. I slept on the other side of Rebecca, nearest the door.Rebecca bought me a pair of pajamas from Ollie’s Emporium, first pair I’d had since I was a kid in Indianapolis. I thought Rosie maybe had a little smile on her face, but couldn’t tell for sure.Mrs. Robinson now wore a floor-length cotton nightdress to bed.But one room, even with that little balcony, was too cramped for privacy. Rebecca got back to her old bathing everyday ways. And, after four or five mornings, started washing me too..