Campers should be heading over to the clubhouse for dinner about now.”I rose and walked to the window she pointed towards. It was next to the door o... the opposite side of the cabin from where we parked and facing the pond and clubhouse. I moved the curtain to the side and looked out to see Tasha and Sasha. Each had a towel over her arm, and they were walking towards the big building. Tasha turned just then and saw me looking out the window. She nudged Sasha and they both turned and waved,. "Now, now," he said. "If you cover your face up, how do you expect me to hit it? That's cheating." He let go of one of the hands and, before Julie could raise it again, he hit her, a slap this time. It stung badly."Please!" she cried, the words tumbling out in a garbled almost incoherent fashion. "Please, Pete, what have I done?" You little bitch! You're mine. Max traded you to me for your little sister. She's his. You don't go to bed with nobody but me, you understand?" He slapped her again,. Her streaming red hair was draped over one whiteshoulder. "Sit over there on the wooden chair," she said, emerald eyesglinting with mischief. "I want to be able to see your face while I tellyou what Drake and I have decided to do to keep you in line, now thatI'mgoing to be cheating on you." Keep me in line? As if she needed to doanything additional to control me. She went on, "As your boss, he'sgoing to give you work that keeps you from interacting with the clientsface-to-face. You'll be. They all want to know where you are. ‘Where is Stephaney?’ they all want to ask. I can feel it. Should I tell them? They can’t know about us…how much in love we were. No one can. It was our moment. Many of them think they know about us. We were the talk of our high school, after all. Everyone wanted to know if we were ‘doing it’ or if we had ‘gone all the way’. They couldn’t understand our love, though. They could never understand that we were saving ourselves – our moment – for that special.